The Wistful Witness

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The fog did not merely obscure the valley; it consumed it, a gray wool drawn tight around the stone throat of the watchtower. Elias Thorne stood alone in the circular room, the wind whistling through the cracks in the mortar like a dying man’s breath. In his right hand, he gripped a jagged shard of bone, cold to the touch yet vibrating with a frequency that hummed against his palm, a low,...

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