The Faded Road
The town of Oakhaven did not sleep. It waited. Elias stood before the mirror. He adjusted the collar. The fabric was stiff. It cut into his neck. A thin line of red appeared. He ignored it. The suit was black. It was new. It was the only thing in his wardrobe that fit perfectly. He had bought it on a Tuesday. It had rained that day. The rain had soaked through his thin coat. He had shivered in...
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