The Golden Downtown
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of Millhaven into a slick mirror reflecting the dying sodium lights, and you stood in the center of the town square, your hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, heavy silence that had fallen over the crowd. You were the Sheriff, a title that felt less like an authority and more like a...
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