The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, persistent mist that soaked into the bones of the old stone buildings and the men who walked them. Elias Thorne pulled his collar up against the damp, the leather of his constable’s coat stiff with a decade of service and a lifetime of neglect. He was thirty years old, though the scars on his forearms and the hollows beneath his eyes...

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