The Faded Road
The rain in the Sector did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, gray curtain that erased the horizon and merged the sky with the pavement. Elias Thorne walked with the mechanical precision of a man who had forgotten how to breathe. His coat was soaked, the wool heavy with the dampness of a world that had ceased to be merely physical. He was a Constable of the Veil, a title that had once...
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