The Faded Apartment

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The frost on the windowpane had begun to melt, not from the heat of the hearth, but from a cold that seemed to seep inward from the fog rolling off the moors, and I pressed my forehead against the glass, watching the shape of something large and white move with a terrible, gliding grace between the bare oaks. I am Elias Thorne, a constable of thirty-two years, and my life in Oakhaven has been a...

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