The Faded Attic
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the town square into a mirror that reflected Elias Thorne’s trembling hands back at him with cruel clarity. He stood there, forty-five years old and soaked to the bone, watching his father, the town’s revered historian, shrink under the gaze of Julian Vane. Julian, a man who wore his...
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