The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it condensed, a heavy, industrial fog that settled into the marrow of the bones of the men stationed at the Ashworth Estate, a sprawling Victorian relic of iron and glass that stood isolated on the mist-shrouded cliffs of the Pacific Northwest, where the air tasted of rust and ozone and the faint, metallic tang of something that had not yet been named. Colonel...
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