The Unwilling Disciple
The rain in Oakhaven didn't fall; it leaked, a grey, greasy drizzle that smelled of rusted iron and dead hopes. Caleb was twenty-two, and his life was a series of closed doors. He worked at the local scrapyard, spending his days crushing the remnants of a middle-class dream into neat, metallic cubes. He was not chosen. He was taken. The Man in the Grey Coat had appeared during a blackout, his...
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