The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that tasted of iron and old blood. Elias sat in the driver’s seat of the patrol car, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic thrum. He watched the trees. They were not trees. They were pillars of black wood, stripped of bark, standing in perfect rows against the white sky. "Stop staring," a voice said from the passenger seat. Elias...

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