The Faded Photograph
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the streets clean; it merely made the mud slicker, turning the village into a mirror of its own rot. Sergeant Elias Thorne stepped out of the police van, his boots sinking into the slurry of the main square, the weight of his service revolver heavy against his hip. He was thirty-four, a man who had spent a decade enforcing order in places where order was a...
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