The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-20 06:22:25 -

The fog does not lift here. It settles, thick and gray, like wet wool against the skin, erasing the horizon until the world shrinks to the size of your own breathing. You are walking. You have been walking for days, or perhaps hours; time in this place, the Hollow, moves with the sluggish viscosity of sap. Your boots sink into the mud, a rhythmic squelch that sounds too loud in the silence. You...

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