The Distant Nightmare

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The fog does not roll into Oakhaven so much as it seeps, a cold, wet exhalation from the stone itself that settles into your lungs and stays there, heavy as silt. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and the border warden of this fortress, a title that sounds like a privilege but feels like a sentence, a duty carved into the rotting wood of the gatehouse where you have spent the last six...

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