The Wistful Show
The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, persistent weight that pressed the town of Oakhaven into the mud of the valley floor. Elias Thorne stood on the sidewalk, his hand resting on the handle of a duffel bag that contained everything he owned: two changes of work clothes, a heavy wool coat, a pocket watch with a cracked face, and a small, battered notebook filled with sketches of...
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