The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old precinct courtyard, turning the world into a watercolor of gray and bruised violet where the lines between the solid and the spectral began to blur, a state of being that Sergeant Elias Thorne had grown accustomed to over the last decade of standing watch over the perimeter of the forgotten...
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