The Faded Apartment
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, weeping curtain that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors of the sky. Elias Thorne, Inquisitor of the Third Circuit, stood before the Weeping Wall, his breath misting in the cold air as he watched the black sap that should have been oozing from the ancient rock face. It was dry. The stone was pale, cracked, and silent, a stark...
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