The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The copper pot of the primary still was warm to the touch, a temperature that defied the November frost rattling the windowpanes, and Elias Thorne pressed his palm against the metal, feeling the heat pulse beneath the scale like a slow, steady heartbeat that had no business existing in a dead facility. He had driven six hours from the city to fulfill a final contract, a clause in Mara’s divorce...

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