The Wistful Silence

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The fog did not roll in; it descended, a heavy, white shroud that swallowed the cobblestones of the market square until only the lanterns remained, burning like trapped stars in the gray void. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the known world, his boots sinking into the wet moss that had begun to sprout through the cracks in the pavement, a green and insistent thing that defied the season. He...

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