The Pale Garden
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain of industrial damp that settled into the bones of the city and the clothes of its inhabitants. Elara Vance stood on the threshold of the Thorne estate, her breath visible in the cold air, watching the mud churn under the tires of Marcus Hale’s black SUV as it pulled away from the gravel drive. The house loomed before her, a...
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