The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray water that smelled of wet iron and decay. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the mud of Outpost Four, his boots sinking into the slurry with every slow, deliberate step. He was forty-two years old, a man carved from the same hard, unyielding stone as the border markers he guarded, and he wanted only to survive the night shift. He...

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