The Golden Mirror
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly from the humidity that had been building in Oakhaven for three days. It was a standard police form, a Notice of Suspension, printed on the cheap, gray stock that the department used for everything from lost and found to internal affairs. I read the first line, then the second, then the whole thing again, my eyes tracing the black...
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