The Wistful Cipher

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The rain in Harrow Creek did not wash things clean; it only made the mud slicker and the silence heavier. Sheriff Elias Thorne stood in the center of the town square, his boots sinking into the slurry that had once been cobblestone, waiting for the verdict that had already been written. Three weeks ago, he had pulled the trigger. Not in a moment of hesitation, but in a burst of reflex that had...

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