The Faded Road
The cold in Oakhaven did not behave like weather. It had weight, and it had a target. Elias Thorne felt it first in the knuckles, a sharp, metallic bite that turned the silver of his wedding ring into a source of pain rather than comfort. He sat in the back of the town library, the only place where the heating still functioned, though the air around him remained a frozen pocket of silence. In...
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