The Distant Affair
The fog did not rise; it bled from the earth. It was a thick, grey sludge that choked the valley, erasing the horizon, swallowing the world in a silence so profound it rang in the ears. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sunk into the wet, rotting grass. The wind here was not a gale but a whisper, a cold breath that seemed to know the secrets of the dead. He held his...
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