The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old rot. Sheriff Elias Thorne stood in the center of the town hall, his boots squelching on the damp linoleum, staring at the pair of silver cufflinks resting on the mahogany desk. They were small things, unremarkable to the eye, but they pulsed with a cold weight that Elias could feel in his teeth, a...

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