The Faded Masquerade

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The strike vote was two to one, Elias told his deputy, his voice flat against the grey morning. It was a dry answer to a question that had no easy response. They stood on the porch of the sheriff’s office, the wood splintering under Elias’s boots. He was fifty-two, and the soot of Oakhaven had worked its way into the creases of his knuckles, a permanent stain that no amount of lye soap could...

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