The Requiem of Flesh
The town of Oakhaven was a place where the fog never truly lifted, and the architecture of the houses seemed to lean inward, as if whispering secrets to the cobblestones. For Julian, a painter whose canvases were always stained with a shade of red that didn't exist in nature, the town was his ultimate gallery. Julian did not paint the living; he painted the moment of transition. He had...
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