The Distant Affair
The fog did not roll in so much as it erupted, a thick, grey wool that swallowed the cobblestones of the old town whole. Elias Vance walked through it, his boots striking the wet stone with a rhythmic, hollow thud that seemed to echo from a different century. He was not a man who belonged in this place, a landlocked kingdom of mist and ancient stone, but here he was, a stranger in a land that...
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