The Faded Chronicle

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The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, erasing the line between the road and the field. Elias stood at the edge of the tree line, his coat soaked through, the fabric heavy against his shoulders. He did not move. He did not blink. The world had narrowed to the space between his boots and the wet earth. Behind him, the convoy waited. Three trucks. Engine idling. The drivers smoked, their...

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