The Distant Promise

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The mist did not merely settle upon the valley of Ashworth; it consumed it. It was a living thing, a pale and suffocating shroud that turned the ancient oaks into ghosts and the stone walls into bones of the earth. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the terrible, electric weight of the silence. In this place, silence was not an absence of...

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