The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The mist in Oakhaven does not roll in; it hangs, a grey wool pulled tight over the town’s face. You are Elara, thirty-two, and your hands shake as you calibrate the spectrometer, the glass lens cold against your eye. You want the proof. You want the paper that will prove the Whispering Ferns are not a botanical curiosity, but a sentient, parasitic hive mind that feeds on the psychic decay of...

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