The Faded Frontier
The mist did not lift so much as it dissolved into the very fabric of the world, leaving behind a silence so profound that it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a heavy, wet wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the valley where the village of Oakhaven lay sleeping, or perhaps waking, in the grey half-light that preceded the...
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