The Pale Shadows
The mist in the Oren Valley does not behave like weather. It moves with intent, a slow, gray tide that erodes the boundary between the living and the land. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border warden with twenty years of service and knees that scream with every upward step. I have one final task before my pension is secured: clearing the last unlogged ridge. If I do not reach the summit and...
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