The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The brass buckle of my service belt sat in my palms, cold and heavy as a dead bird. I turned it over, watching the tarnish catch the weak, grey light filtering through the window of my desk. It had belonged to Julian. He had worn it for his first week on the force, before the mist took him, or before he chose to leave, depending on who you asked. Three days now. The town of Oakhaven held its...

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