The Judas Gift
The rain in Oakhaven didn't fall; it lingered, a grey shroud that clung to the rusted skeletons of the old mills. Claire was the town's heartbeat—a volunteer at the community center, a woman whose kindness was so pervasive it had become a local landmark. She believed in the inherent goodness of people, a belief that acted as a shield against the bleakness of the industrial wasteland around...
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