The Distant Legend
The fog that rolled in from the North Sea did not merely obscure the horizon; it swallowed the entirety of the castle grounds in a thick, grey shroud that tasted of brine and ancient decay, pressing against the stained glass windows of the Great Hall until the light that filtered through was no longer a source of illumination but a heavy, liquid weight that saturated the air with a suffocating...
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