The Faded Frontier
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the industrial district into a smear of rust and wet concrete. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the observation deck, his reflection ghostly against the glass, a pale figure trapped within the sterile, humming cage of the Sector 4 Containment Facility. He was a man of fifty...
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