The Faded Road
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud in the driveway had turned into a viscous, sucking slurry that threatened to swallow the wheels of the sedan whole. Elias Thorne stood on the porch, his shoulders hunched against the damp chill that seeped through the heavy wool of his coat, watching the water cascade down the gutters in a relentless, hissing curtain. He was a man of precise...
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