The Wistful Voyage

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grief that coated the cobblestones of Oakhaven in a slick, treacherous sheen, and it was into this wet, heavy silence that Elias Thorne stumbled, his boots slipping on the moss-eaten flagstones as he pursued the shadow that had stolen the town’s breath. He was a man of few words and many scars, his face a map of old failures and...

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