The Distant Promise
The fog in the Blackwood Valley did not merely obscure; it consumed. It ate the sound of my boots on the gravel and swallowed the memory of the morning’s work before I could pin it down. I am Elias Thorne, a geologist of modest standing, and I have spent the last three weeks mapping the ridge before the Harrow Mining Company does. Dr. Aris, my mentor, had warned me over tea in his damp study...
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