The Distant Crown
The fog that settled over the valley of Oakhaven did not merely obscure the world; it consumed it, layer by suffocating layer, until the sky and the earth merged into a single, indeterminate gray void that pressed against the shutters of the manor house with a quiet, insistent weight, and inside that house, Thomas Bradshaw sat at the heavy oak desk in his study, his hands trembling slightly as...
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