The Wistful Witness

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The fog in Oakhaven does not merely obscure; it consumes, a thick, grey wool that chokes the gas lamps and swallows the sound of footsteps until the city feels like a mouth closing around a secret. I am Elias Thorne, an apothecary of forty years, and I stand in the center of my shop, holding a vial of crushed moonstone in a hand that trembles not from cold, but from the absolute, crushing...

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