The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-18 12:26:54 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, weeping mirror that reflected the grey, swollen sky. I stood at the end of the pier, my boots sinking into the mud, my hands resting on the cold steel railing, feeling the vibration of the water against the wooden planks. It was a sensory overload, the way the dampness seeped into the joints of my...

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