The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 21:04:44 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the town of Oakhaven into a single, weeping smear of slate and moss. I stood on the porch, watching the water run in thick rivulets down the shingles, feeling the chill seep through the wool of my coat. In my hand, I held a letter that had been waiting for me in the mailbox, its envelope soft with...

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