The Wistful Throne

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The rain slicked the cobblestones of Oakhaven, turning the grey dawn into a mirror of wet iron. I stood in the center of the square, my badge heavy on my chest, feeling the eyes of the town fixed on me like the gaze of a thousand silent judges. For twenty years, I had been the law here, a rigid pillar in a community that had long since grown soft and complicit. Now, as I walked toward the...

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