The Faded Root
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended static that turned the gravel road into a slick river of mud and broken glass. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the back of the armored transport, his hands resting on his knees, still bound by the heavy cuffs that had not been removed since the extraction three hours ago. The vehicle lurched, a sickening lurch that sent the...
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