The Distant Metropolis
The fog rolled in from the river valley not as a mist, but as a solid, breathing wall, swallowing the village of Oakhaven in a grey silence that felt less like weather and more like a verdict. It was the season of the Great Silence, when the elders claimed the earth itself held its breath in mourning for the harvests lost to the frost. But for Elias Thorne, a man who had spent his life...
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