The Faded Frontier

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The iron collar, cold and unyielding against the nape of Elias Thorne’s neck, was the only thing in the world that felt real, the only anchor holding his fractured mind together as the red dust of the quarry swirled in a vortex around him, blinding him, suffocating him, turning the air into a thick, choking paste that tasted of rust and old blood. He was not fighting the dust, nor was he...

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