The Faded Apartment
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the cracks in the cobblestones. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the station master’s office, watching the mist swallow the tracks, his reflection ghosting over the glass like a spirit unable to find rest. He was a man of few words and many questions, a private...
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