The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall so much as it was dragged down from the grey belly of the sky, a thick, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick, black mirrors. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the market square, his boots sinking into the mud that had accumulated over the winter, the water lapping at his ankles with a cold, indifferent persistence. He was not there to...

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