The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the city into a smeared watercolor of brick and steel. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the intersection of Fourth and Main, his hand resting on the hilt of a weapon that was no longer a weapon, just a heavy, cold piece of metal that hummed with a frequency only he could feel. The rain slicked...
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