The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick, black mirrors. I stood in the center of the station house, my hand resting on the brass of my badge, feeling the cold seep through the wool of my uniform. The promotion to Sheriff was due at the end of the month, a title I had sworn to Julian, my brother, who had drowned in...

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