The Faded Sutra
The first thing that happened was the sound, a wet, tearing snap that echoed off the gravel shoulder of Route 9 before the second bullet even left the barrel. Sergeant Major Elias Thorne did not flinch, though his heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird, a frantic, irregular drumbeat that seemed to deafen him to the siren wailing in the distance. He stood in the center of the...
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