In the small town of Lord's Junction, a village that only existed because of the crossing of two railroad tracks, one going north and south, the other going east and west, there was a woman, a young woman that sit quietly in a cell of the sheriff's small, but unusually clean office. The office only had two cells and the other one was empty, save for some flies that flew through the barred windows. Their buzzing was so loud compared to the only other noise: the floating of the dust. The place

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