The Wistful Saga
The fog did not roll in so much as it materialized, a thick, gray wool that swallowed the iron girders of the Northbridge Viaduct whole. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the span, his boots finding purchase on the slick, soot-stained stone, while the air around him hummed with a frequency that vibrated in his teeth. He was not alone, though he felt the crushing isolation of a man...
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