The Wistful Saga
The fog in Oakhaven does not lift so much as it condenses, settling into the wool of your coat and the creases of your hands until you feel you are breathing damp paper. You have been here for three days, a junior archivist from the city, sent to restore the crumbling parish ledger of St. Jude’s, a task that should take a week but which you know, with the cold certainty of a man who has waited...
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