The Faded Frontier
The rain had been falling on the outskirts of Harrow County for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the line between the mud of the road and the wet pavement of the small town. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the back of his patrol car, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic hum that vibrated through the soles of his boots. He was a man of forty-five, with hands that had held a rifle, a...
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