The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the muddy tracks of the frontier into a sucking bog, pulling at the boots of the men and women who walked the perimeter of the settlement like a slow, viscous tide. Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his rifle, the leather slick and cold against his neck, and felt the familiar ache in the knuckles of his right hand,...

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