The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The brass badge hung heavy on Marcus’s chest. It was cold. It was gold. It had been polished until it shone like a dead eye, reflecting the gray dawn of the small town of Oakhaven. Marcus wore it. He held it close. His father had worn it before him. The weight was familiar. The weight was a promise. The morning air smelled of wet asphalt and coffee. The streets were empty. The houses stood in...

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