The Golden Downtown
The bell has not rung in forty years, not since the last hanging, yet this morning it shudders in the tower with a low, grinding groan that vibrates in your molars. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a constable of Oakhaven, and you are standing in the Mayor’s office with a warrant in your hand that feels like a slab of wet slate. The Mayor, a man named Halloway who has worn his smile like a...
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