The Wistful Dinner

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The road was wet. The rain came down in sheets. It beat against the hood of the car. It hissed on the asphalt. Thomas Ashworth drove. His hands were white. They gripped the wheel. The wood was cold. He wore the uniform. The wool was heavy. It smelled of damp and iron. He was a Sheriff. The town of Oakhaven was small. It sat in a valley. The mist clung to the trees. The pines were black. The air...

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