The Pale Shadows
The fog that rolled off the moor did not merely obscure the landscape; it consumed it, a thick, grey wool that strangled the light and muted the world into a series of indistinct, breathing shapes. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked with the mechanical precision of a man who had long ago ceased to be a person and had become instead a function of his duty, his boots striking the muddy path with a...
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