The Faded Frontier
The rain in Oakhaven does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, turning the rusted flanks of the old water tower into a weeping wall of orange and brown that mirrors the slow decay of your own joints. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, the municipal archivist, and for the last three months you have been fighting a war that no one else in this town seems to see, a war...
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