The Faded Frontier
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray static that hummed against the skin and settled into the bones. Elias Thorne, a constable of forty years, stood in the mud of the town square, his boots sinking into the slurry that had once been cobblestone. He wanted Mara. He wanted her out of the cell where the air tasted of iron and old guilt, and he wanted her back...
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