The Faded Sutra
The rain fell upon the cobblestones of Oakhaven not as water but as a fine, grey silt that settled into the crevices of the flagstones and the deep, worn grooves of the ancient oak trees that lined the High Street, and it was in this pervasive, damp silence that Silas Vane, the town’s quietest and most meticulous inspector, began his search for the missing magistrate, a task that felt less like...
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