The Faded Paradox
The rain did not wash the town clean. It only made the mud stickier, heavier, pressing the roots of the old oaks deeper into the earth. In the town of Oakhaven, where the fog rolled in from the lake like a living thing, Detective Elias Thorne stood before a mirror that was no longer a mirror. It was a shard. A jagged, silver tooth of glass suspended in a wooden frame, hanging crooked on the...
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