The Faded Frontier
The rusted engine of your pickup coughs and spits, vibrating through the floorboards as you cross the dry washes of the high desert, the windshield cracked like a spiderweb over the view of the fading frontier. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a border patrol agent with a badge that feels like a lead weight against your chest, and you are driving toward the abandoned Thorne homestead...
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