The Wistful Dinner
The fog did not creep in; it arrived with the weight of a verdict, pressing against the single pane of glass in the cabin door until the world outside ceased to be a landscape and became a void. Sheriff Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold iron of his service pistol, watching the geometry of the room warp as the mist seeped through the cracks in the frame. He had come...
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