Chapter 6
The Sheriff's Secret
Barnaby recalls a strange incident years ago, a cover-up he thought buried. He realizes Oakhaven's past might be tied to the carnival's arrival, a debt that is now being collected.
Barnaby Grumbles sat in his worn armchair, the springs groaning a familiar complaint beneath his weight. The silence of his small study, usually a comfort, felt heavy tonight, thick with the unspoken dread that had settled over Oakhaven like a shroud. Outside, the distant, tinny music of the Dark Carnival, a discordant lullaby, seeped through the closed windows. He’d tried to ignore it, to bury himself in the mundane – the lukewarm coffee, the dog-eared copy of a fishing magazine. But the music, and the faces it conjured, wouldn’t let him be.
He remembered that night with a clarity that clawed at his gut. It had been a raw, late autumn evening, the kind that promised an early frost. A call had come in, frantic and garbled, about a disturbance out by the old quarry, the one that had been abandoned for decades. He’d been Sheriff then, younger, a little less burdened by the weight of all the things he’d seen and couldn’t unsee. He’d driven out there alone, the headlights of his cruiser cutting weak paths through the oppressive darkness.
And he’d found it.
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