The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The autumn wind did not blow through the town of Oakhaven so much as it seeped, a cold, invisible tide that rose through the floorboards of the old police station and settled into the marrow of every bone that lingered within its walls, carrying with it the scent of wet decay and the distant, metallic tang of iron. It was a season of endings, of leaves turning from gold to rust and falling in a...

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