The Absent Silhouette
Despite their best efforts, the mysterious figure remained elusive, as if it had dissolved into the very mist that hovered above the river each morning. The initial clarity of their encounter seemed like a distant dream, and the absence of the silhouette weighed heavily upon them.
“It’s like chasing a ghost,” Jason muttered, a note of defeat edging into his voice. But Caleb’s jaw was set, his determination unshaken by the lack of evidence; this was a puzzle he was intent on solving.