The Faded Photograph

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, grey veil that smelled of wet stone and old iron, clinging to the cobblestones that had worn smooth under the feet of men who had long since turned to dust. It was a city built for eternity, or so the architects had claimed, with its high, narrow windows and its gates of wrought iron that groaned like dying...

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