The Weight of a Pillow
The town of Oakhaven was a place where the wind always smelled of rusted iron and dead grass. It was a town of ghosts—not the spectral kind, but the kind of people who had been hollowed out by generations of industrial decay. Claire lived in a small, leaning house at the edge of the valley. Her days were a rhythmic struggle: boiling water for tea, changing the linens, and lifting her mother,...
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