The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a cold, gray suspension of mist that turned the mud of the outpost into a sucking, viscous pit that threatened to swallow the boots of any man who lingered too long in its grasp. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the treeline, his service coat heavy with water, the fabric dark and stiff against his spine, while the forest behind him seemed to breathe...
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