The Faded Portrait
The rain hits the windowpane with a soft, rhythmic tap. It is a sound you know by heart. It has been your companion for three days. You sit in the corner of the booth, your hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that went cold an hour ago. The steam has long since dissipated into the damp air of the diner. Outside, the town of Oakhaven is a blur of grey and green. The trees shed their leaves in a...
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