The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a cold, gray veil that erased the horizon line where the moor met the sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the scree, his boots caked in a thick slurry of black earth and red clay. He was not fighting a man. He was fighting the clock, or rather, the silence that had grown around him since he took the post. The border here was not a line...

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