The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog did not merely settle upon the moor; it breathed it. It was a living, gray lung, expanding and contracting with a slow, tidal rhythm that swallowed the horizon whole. Elias Thorne moved through it, his boots sinking into the peat with a wet, sucking sound that seemed to echo from a great distance, as if he were walking underwater. He was not looking for land, nor was he seeking shelter...

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