The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The road to the county seat was a ribbon of mud and gravel, slick with the first frost of November, and Elias Thorne drove the old pickup with a grimness that had settled into his bones long before the engine sputtered to life. He was forty-two, a man whose face had been weathered by years of assessing property values in a county that seemed determined to disappear, and in his coat pocket sat a...

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