The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-21 11:00:03 -

The rain did not fall upon the city of Oakhaven so much as it descended from a bruised and swollen sky, a relentless, silver curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the cobblestones became a mirror for the weeping heavens and the gaslamps flickered like dying stars trapped in glass. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the threshold of his office, a man whose suit was cut from the finest wool but...

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