The Faded Ruin
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely softened the edges of the grime until the city looked like a watercolor left out in a storm. Elara Vance stood on the porch of the Whitmore estate, watching the last of the movers drag the final crate of books into the mud. She was not a mover, nor a guest, but an investigator of sorts, hired by the estate’s new, ruthless owner, Silas...
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