The Eternal Stable
The rain in the valley of Oakhaven didn't fall; it wept. It was a constant, grey drizzle that turned the world into a smudge of charcoal and ash. Detective Miller sat in his car, the windshield wipers fighting a losing battle against the deluge. He was a man who had seen too many crime scenes and drank too much cheap bourbon to believe in happy endings. The case was the disappearance of Sarah,...
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