Tag: fog
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The fog came in thick before dawn. A pale blanket rolled in from nowhere. It clung to every edge of the rock like it belonged here. It muffled the sound of the sea and turned the morning into something shapeless and slow. I couldn’t see past the railing outside the tower. The sea, the horizon,…
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The thing about fog is that it doesn’t arrive with drama. There’s no warning crack of thunder or gust of wind. It just slips in slow and quiet, swallowing the horizon before you even realize it’s gone. I’d been at the lighthouse less than a week when I met my first real fog. The kind…