The Wistful Witness

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The brass badge felt cold against my palm, a small, heavy coin of authority that I had earned over twelve years of keeping the peace in Oakhaven. I was thirty-four, a constable with a promotion to Sheriff waiting in the wings, and all it required was one clean arrest to seal the deal. The target was Elias Thorne, a drunkard whose violence had finally crossed the line when he struck down...

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