The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-17 17:55:16 -

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that erased the horizon of Oakhaven and turned the cobblestone streets into mirrors of the overcast sky. It was a wet, suffocating Tuesday in late October, the kind of day that seemed to press its weight directly against the temples, slowing the pulse of the town to a sluggish, arrhythmic beat. Elias Thorne sat in the back...

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