The Distant Promise

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The fog did not merely sit upon the marshland of the Hollows; it breathed, a thick, gray lung that expanded and contracted with the slow, rhythmic pulse of the industrial age, swallowing the jagged iron skeletons of the defunct textile mills that stood like the ribs of a dead god against the bruised twilight. Elara Vance stood at the edge of the treeline, her fingers digging into the rough bark...

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