The Pale Tale
The town of Oakhaven sat in a valley of grey slate and rusted iron, a place where the air tasted of damp stone and old secrets. Elias Thorne moved through this landscape with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man carrying a burden he could not set down. He was a structural engineer, a title that sounded precise and clean, but in Oakhaven it carried the weight of a confession. He had come back...
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