The Distant Promise
The mist does not merely obscure the highlands; it consumes them, a slow, grey erasure that turns the jagged peaks into vague suggestions of stone and the winding track into a path that might exist only in memory. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a border patrol agent whose uniform has long since faded to the color of the damp earth, and you stand now in the center of your garden, the...
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