The Pale Shadows
The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool of coats and the hair of the living, blurring the boundaries between the streetlamps and the wet pavement until the world seemed less a place of solid matter and more a draft left uncorrected in the manuscript of reality. Elara Vance stood at the edge of the platform, her fingers...
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