The Faded Quadrant
You arrive in the town of Oakhaven on a Tuesday. The bus drops you at the curb. The rain is thin and cold. It smells of wet pine and old iron. You are Dr. Elias Thorne. You are here to catalog the library. Or so the contract says. The contract is a lie. You know it. You do not say it. The air here is thick. It presses against your skin. You feel it in your teeth. In your bones. The town is...
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