The Faded Ruin
The convoy moved through the ash. It was a gray, choking snow that did not melt. It coated the hoods of the armored trucks, the visors of the soldiers, and the faces of the civilians in the back. Elias Thorne sat in the lead vehicle. He did not look out. He watched his hands. They were steady. They were clean. They held a small, blue glass vial. The liquid inside was clear. It was the only...
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