The Wistful Mirror
The mist did not merely cover the valley of Oakhaven; it possessed it. It was a living thing, a thick, grey wool that swallowed the stone cottages and the ancient, twisted oaks, leaving only the sound of wind whistling through the hollows of the wood. In the center of this silence stood Elara, the town’s sole investigator, though she wore no badge and carried no weapon but a lantern and a mind...
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