The Distant Clue
The mist in the Shattered Vale did not behave like weather; it behaved like a debt that refused to be paid. Elias Thorne stood at the boundary marker, a rusted iron post half-swallowed by the grey mud, watching the fog roll over the hillside where his brother Julian had last been seen. He was forty-two, his uniform ill-fitting as his body had thinned with the weight of the past three years, and...
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