The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 04:01:45 -

The rain had been falling on the town of Oakhaven for three days, a grey, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones slick and black. Inside the small, cramped office on Main Street, the air smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. Elias Thorne sat behind a desk that was more of a repurposed table, his hands resting on the wood, fingers splayed wide. He looked up as the door opened, the bell...

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