The Faded Root
The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the town of Oakhaven in a steady, gray sheet, blurring the lines between the mud and the stone, the rot and the wood. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the bridge, his boots heavy with silt. He was a man who had spent his life watching for threats, for the slight tremor of a wire, the glint of a blade in the dark. Now, he watched only the water....
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