The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The morning fog in Oakhaven did not merely settle upon the cobblestones; it breathed. It was a living, viscous entity that curled around the ankles of the few early risers, a pale shroud that obscured the distinction between the ground and the sky, rendering the world into a monochromatic study of grays and soft, indistinct shapes. Arthur Penhaligon moved through this damp haze with the...

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