The Faded Guest
The mist did not merely settle upon the valley; it colonized it, a slow, gray tide that swallowed the stone bridges and the weeping willows until the world was nothing but a breathing, suspended void. Elara sat in the high chair of the inquisitor’s office, her hands resting on the cold oak, fingers intertwined in a grip that spoke of a discipline she no longer trusted. She was a woman of the...
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