The Distant Legend
The ledger showed a deficit of four hundred dollars, a sum that weighed more than the badge on my chest. I sat in my office, the wood of the chair groaning under the shift of my weight, and counted the hours until the sun would drop below the tree line. Fourteen days had passed since the raid on the mill, and the silence in the town of Oakhaven was not peaceful; it was the held breath of a...
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