The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones and the damp wool of the coats worn by the townsfolk. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in his cramped quarters, watching his right hand shake. The tremor was a fine, rhythmic palsy, a betrayal of the body that had served twenty years in the force, and it mocked the steady line...

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