The Wistful Saga
The mist in Oakhaven does not lift; it settles. It is a thick, grey wool that chokes the lungs and blurs the line between the stone wall and the sky. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a border warden with twelve years of service and a back that aches when the rain comes. My sister, Clara, is sick. The doctors in the city speak of lungs that have given up, and the bills are a debt that...
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