The Faded Frontier

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The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It hammered against the window of Cell 4, a rhythmic, heavy drumming that sounded like the earth itself was trying to break open. Elias Thorne sat on the cot. He did not blink. His eyes were wide, fixed on a spot on the concrete floor where a crack ran like a river delta. He was not afraid. He was not angry. He was only hungry. A deep, hollow hunger that...

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