The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet concrete. It was a smell that had no business existing in the sterile, climate-controlled air of the federal penitentiary, yet it hung heavy in the air, clinging to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. In the dream, he was not an officer. He was a child again, standing in the center of a vast, open field that stretched out to a horizon that did not...

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