The Faded Frontier

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The rain fell like iron filings. Cold. Wet. It soaked through the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s coat. He stood on the wet cobblestones of the alley behind the foundry. The steam from the vents hissed. It smelled of sulfur and rust. Elias held his pistol. His hands shook. Not from fear. From the cold. Or the hunger. He hadn’t eaten in two days. His stomach crunched. An empty drum. A figure...

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