The Faded Guest
The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell upon the town of Oakhaven in a grey, relentless sheet, blurring the edges of the cobblestones and turning the air into a thick, damp wool that clung to the skin. Elias Thorne walked with a limp, a condition he had borne since childhood, though he blamed it now on the weight of what he carried. In his left hand, he held a coat. It was a heavy...
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