The Wistful Voyage
The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in so much as it settles, a heavy, damp blanket that erases the edges of the world and leaves only the gray, damp cold that seeps into your bones and stays there, a constant reminder that you are small and the debt is large. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for twenty years you have worn the badge of the Oakhaven Constabulary, a job that paid...
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