The Faded Road
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the gravel drive of the Whitmore estate into a slick, muddy river where the black iron gates stood like the ribs of some drowned leviathan, and Major Elias Thorne sat in the back of his sedan, watching the water distort the reflection of his own face in the rearview mirror until he looked less like a man and more...
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