The Wistful Saga
The fog that rolled off the Blackwater Estuary did not merely obscure the horizon; it consumed it, swallowing the jagged ironworks and the rusted skeleton of the old dry docks until only the gray expanse of the sea remained, a void that breathed against the stone walls of the house. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and old varnish, a sharp, preservative smell that Elias...
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