The Distant Nightmare
The foreclosure notice lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly in the dry air that had settled over Oakhaven. Elias Thorne, Sheriff of the town for twenty-two years, picked it up. The paper felt light, absurdly so, compared to the weight of the silver pocket watch in his breast pocket. He had wanted to retire before his heart gave out, a simple wish that had grown stale like the...
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