The Pale Tale
The scale read four hundred and twelve pounds. That was the weight of the illegal fill dirt the Miller family had hauled into the creek bed over the last six months, a figure that sat in your head like a stone in your shoe as you walked the muddy bank. You were Elias Thorne, a municipal inspector for Oakhaven, and you had spent three weeks documenting this violation, measuring the depth of the...
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