The Faded Frontier

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The dust did not settle; it hung, a suspended galaxy of gray silt that tasted of iron and old ash. Elias Thorne pressed his back against the cold, unyielding steel of the blast door, his lungs burning with the effort of keeping the air from filling his throat. Outside, the wind howled with a voice that was not wind, but the low, thrumming complaint of something vast and hungry. Inside the...

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