The Pale Shadows
The freezing rain lashed against the windshield of the Ford F-150, blurring the world into a smear of gray asphalt and black mud. Elias Thorne gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the taillights of the truck ahead as he navigated the slick curve of Route 9. He was forty-two years old, a man who had spent fifteen years patrolling the border, and for the first time in...
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