The Distant Clue
The fog did not lift. It sat on the moor like a heavy wool blanket, damp and grey, swallowing the horizon. Elias walked. He walked because the walking was the only thing that kept the silence from breaking him. He was not a man of the earth, not truly. He was a thing of the air, a spirit bound by a contract older than the iron rails that cut through the valley below. His form was human enough,...
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