The rain that fell upon the city of Oakhaven did not wash things clean but rather pressed them deeper into the mud, a persistent and grey drizzle that seemed to seep through the skin and into the marrow of anyone foolish enough to remain outside for longer than a minute. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of a diner that had long since ceased to care about its patrons, staring at a cup of coffee...
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