The Pale Shadows
The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it sat, a thick, grey wool pressed against the windowpanes, muffling the world until the town existed only as a series of cold outlines and the smell of wet stone. I had come to settle my father’s estate, a task that felt less like legal duty and more like a penance I had been dreading for twenty years, driven by the specific, obsessive need to find the...
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