The Wistful Saga
The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, industrial shroud that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of rusted iron and grey slate. Detective Arthur Sterling stood alone in the upper office of the Municipal Watch House, a structure of brick and soot that loomed over the harbor like a broken tooth. The room smelled of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the...
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