The Faded Road
The fire did not announce itself. It simply arrived, a sudden and violent exhalation from the dry underbrush that had been baked for three weeks under the unblinking sun of late September. One moment, Elias Thorne was sitting on the porch of the county jail, watching the shadows lengthen across the gravel yard with the dull, mechanical patience of a man who had long since ceased to count the...
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