The Distant Legend
The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it settled, a thick, gray wool that choked the breath and clung to the stone, a physical weight that pressed against the windows of the Sheriff’s office and seeped into the bones of the men who worked there. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands resting on the cold iron of the sill, and watched the town square where the ancient stone seals...
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