The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered. It was a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of coats and settled into the marrow of old bones, a persistent dampness that seemed to rise from the very earth. For Elias Thorne, it was a familiar companion, a mirror to the coldness that had taken root in his chest since the morning he had walked away from the inn. He was a man of few words, his...

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