The Distant Journey
The fog did not just settle over Oakhaven; it ate the town whole, a gray, wet erasure that turned the cobblestones into ghosts of themselves. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a man who had spent the last decade scrubbing the grime from the municipal library’s basement, a debt-ridden exile trying to buy back a life you had squandered. Your want was simple, brutal, and necessary: you...
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