The Faded River
The mist in Oakhaven did not rise; it settled, a thick, gray blanket that pressed against the stone walls of the village like a living thing seeking warmth, and it was within this suffocating stillness that Elias Thorne, the thirty-two-year-old warden of the northern boundary, first noticed the anomaly in the ancient limestone path that separated the town from the wild river. For twenty years,...
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