The Faded Root
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, persistent mist that settled into the joints of the bones and the cracks of the cobblestones. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the town square, his hand resting on the cold iron of the boundary marker that separated the public space from the old cemetery, watching the shadow that refused to obey the laws of physics. He had been the...
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