The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that settled into the cracks of the stone and seeped into the bones of everyone who remained in the village of Oakhaven. It was a season known locally as the Weeping, a time when the fog rolled in from the moors and stayed for weeks, blurring the line between the living and the dead, between the solid world and the strange,...

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