The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it accumulated, a thick, grey wool that suffocated the cobblestones and blurred the edges of the world. It was a town that lived in the past, where the clocks on the church spire were always three minutes slow, as if time itself were reluctant to move forward. In the center of the town square stood the Old Library, a building of dark stone and...

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