The Faded Frontier
The fog in Oakhaven was not merely weather; it was a physical weight, a dense, saline slurry that pressed against the windows of my temporary office and seemed to seep through the glass, chilling the ink in my pen and the air in my lungs. I am Elias Thorne, a structural engineer of thirty-four years, and I had come to this isolated coastal town with a singular, rigid purpose: to oversee the...
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