The Distant Journey

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The fog in Oakhaven does not lift; it merely thins, a grey breath held too long against the teeth of the stone houses. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, the town magistrate, and your hands have begun to tremble. It is a fine, high-pitched vibration, like a wire plucked in a draft, that makes writing your signature a daily humiliation. You wear the silver locket against your skin, a cold weight...

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