The Pale Shadows
You stand in the mud. The rain is cold. It soaks through your wool coat. It finds the bone. You do not move. You wait. The town of Oakhaven sleeps in the fog. The windows are dark. The streets are empty. Only the sound of water. Only the sound of your own breathing. You are a man of law. Or you were. Now you are just a body in the rain. You hold the jar. It is heavy. It is glass. It is full....
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