The Distant Journey
October 12, 1893 Mr. Vane, I write to you from Oakhaven, a place that seems to exist in the margins of the map, where the fog settles thick enough to taste. I am here to ask your permission to retrieve a specific item from the estate of my late friend, Silas Thorne. It is a woolen coat, dark grey, worn thin at the elbows and frayed at the cuffs. It hangs on a hook in the hallway of the house...
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