The Faded Frontier
The mist in Oakhaven did not rise; it settled, a thick, grey wool that choked the light before dawn had fully broken. Elara stood in the center of the village square, her hands buried in the cold, damp earth at the base of the Great Elder, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts that fogged and vanished. She was thirty years old, and for the first time in her life, the silence of the morning...
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