The Faded Paradox
The rain in Oakhaven does not wash things clean. It only makes the grime darker. You know this. You have lived here long enough to know that the water stains the brick and the wood and the souls of the people who walk the wet streets. You are a detective. Or you were. Now you are just a man with a badge in his pocket and a hole in his life. The town is small. The fog is thick. It hides things....
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