Chapter 7

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Saturday, June 7 Saturday, June 7Morning shadows and patches of bright sunlight played across the broad shoulders of Avalon Planning Commissioner Andrew Martin, who sat hunched at a glass table on his patio, head in his hands. Before him was a letter on gray vellum stationery with a silver gilt letterhead: Hayden Development LLC. It had arrived three days earlier, and by now it might as well have been etched in his brain. Nevertheless he read, once more, the last two lines of a letter whose opening paragraphs described an upscale resort, lavish in its conception, on a promontory in what Andrew Martin had assumed was part of the Island Conservancy at the upper edge of Avalon. By now you have probably heard of the plans for this property. That the land proposed for this project is not in

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