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The fog in Oakhaven did not merely hang in the air; it possessed a weight, a viscous, grey density that pressed against the windows of the Council Hall like a living thing seeking entry, and within that stifling silence, twelve-year-old Elias Vane stood before the bench of magistrates, his small hands gripping the edge of the witness table until his knuckles turned the color of old bone, his...
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