The Pale Mist
The road was not merely a path of packed earth and broken stone; it was a wound in the flesh of the earth, a long, pale scar that stretched endlessly toward the horizon where the sky bled into a bruised and heavy twilight. Elara walked it with a silence that was not empty but full, a silence the size of the world, pressing against her ears and humming in the marrow of her bones. The mist, that...
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