The Distant Clue
The fog did not merely settle upon the village of Oakhaven; it inhabited it, a thick, grey wool that smothered the cobblestones and the thatched roofs alike, erasing the boundary between the earth and the sky until the world was nothing but a blurred, breathing entity. In this perpetual haze, time moved with the sluggishness of heavy syrup, and the people of Oakhaven lived their lives in a...
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