The Pale Echo
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the town square into a mirror for the bruised sky. Detective Elias Thorne stood under the awning of the bank, watching the town council members huddle in the dry warmth of the council chamber’s windows, their voices muffled but distinct in their finality. He had served this town for...
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