The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The chandelier in the Grange Hall swung, a pendulum of crystal and dust, catching the amber light of a hundred paper lanterns. Sheriff Elias Thorne stood at the center of the floor, his spine rigid, the temporary pin on his lapel catching the glare. He was forty-two, and for the first time in ten years, the uniform fit him not as a costume, but as a skin. The town’s annual harvest gala was in...

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