The Faded Guest
The rusted gate of Outpost 7 did not creak when Elias Thorne pushed it open, a fact that unsettled him more than the silence of the dead forest surrounding the concrete slab of his desk would have. He was forty-two, a number that felt less like an age and more like a countdown, the ticking of his heart a metronome marking the seconds until his body gave way under the weight of twenty years of...
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