The Wistful Skyline

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The fog in Oakhaven did not merely hang in the air; it settled into the bones of the houses, a damp, persistent weight that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Elias Thorne sat in the yard of his cramped cottage, his hands resting on his knees, trembling with a rhythmic, involuntary shudder that he had long ago stopped trying to hide. He was forty-two, though the lines around his eyes and the...

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