The Faded Portrait
The rain fell upon the city of Oakhaven not as water, but as a heavy, silken veil that erased the distinction between the cobblestones and the mist, turning the world into a gray, breathing entity that swallowed the light whole. Thomas Bradshaw walked through this grayness with the steady, heavy tread of a man who has long since stopped expecting the ground to hold him, his boots sinking into...
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