The Faded Frontier
The ice broke at dawn. It did not shatter with a dramatic crack, but rather dissolved, grain by grain, into the gray, churning water of the Hudson River. Elias Thorne stood on the dock, his boots slipping on the wet planks, watching the last of the frozen surface retreat. He was a man who had spent twenty years enforcing the law in the quiet, muddy suburbs of Westchester, a place where the...
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