The Distant Legend
The fog did not roll into Oakhaven so much as it seeped, a cold, wet exhalation that turned the morning light into a bruised gray smear against the harbor walls. Mara Vane, thirty-two and junior archivist, stood before the open crate in the basement of the Municipal Library, her fingers trembling as she lifted the first page of the "Whispering Tides" manuscript. The ink was not dry; it was wet,...
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