The Pale Tale
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin and seeped into the marrow, erasing the sharp edges of the world until only the damp, cold certainty of existence remained. Detective Elias Thorne stood before the full-length mirror in the small, dimly lit interrogation room, adjusting the tie that felt less like an accessory and more like a...
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