The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"Did you sign it, Elias?" The question hung in the air of the sheriff’s office, sharp as a rusted nail. You looked at Deputy Miller, who sat across the desk with his hands flat on the wood, knuckles white. The smell of stale coffee and wet wool clung to the room, thick enough to choke on. You wanted to clear your name before the state audit arrived in three days. The town of Oakhaven believed...

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