The Faded Road
The rain lashed against the single-pane window of the intake office, blurring the gray sky into a smear of wet wool, while inside, the fluorescent lights hummed a low, persistent note that seemed to drill into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood in the center of the tiled floor, his shoes soaking through, looking up at the desk where Margaret Holloway sat, her face a mask of...
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