The Faded Frontier

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The road ended in mud. Thomas pulled the truck to a halt. The engine ticked. Steam hissed. It was cold. Not winter cold. Bone cold. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. He looked at the window. His reflection stared back. Pale. Tired. His face was a map of scars. He touched his cheek. The skin was tight. He was a man of the law. Or he had been. The badge was in his pocket. Heavy. Cold metal....

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