The Faded Frontier
The border was not a line but a wound, a jagged scar of steel and wire that split the valley in two, humming with a low-frequency vibration that could be felt in the teeth rather than heard by the ear. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of this rupture, his uniform pressed tight against his chest, the fabric a stiff shell that had long since ceased to feel like protection and had become instead a...
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