The Golden Downtown

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The brass of the badge on your chest is cold, a small, hard weight against the wool of your uniform, and you are scrubbing the mud from your boots with a rag that smells of stale tobacco and iron. It is the angle of the afternoon light that tells you the hour, slanting through the broken window of the Oakhaven sheriff’s office, illuminating the dust motes that hang in the air like suspended...

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