The Hollow Cure of Oakhaven
The heat in Oakhaven did not simply sit upon you—it pressed, like a hand held flat against your forehead, heavy and insistent and impossible to shake off. Marcus Durand felt it the moment he stepped off the bus from New Orleans, sweat already pooling beneath his shirt despite the fact that his boots had not yet touched the cracked asphalt of the town's only intersection. The bus driver had not...
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