The Wistful Dinner
Sign it, Elias. Just the name. It’s all they ask." The pen lay on the mahogany desk, a cheap thing, the kind we bought in bulk for the station. Ten cents a dozen. I knew the price because I’d bought the last box myself, back when the budget was tight and Halloway was still paying his own way for the town’s supplies. He had been my mentor then, a man who taught me that a constable’s job was not...
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