The Faded Frontier
The wagon wheels ground against the gravel of Blackwood Lane, the sound harsh and final in the October silence. Sheriff Elias Thorne stepped down, his boots sinking into the damp earth, his hand resting on the butt of his revolver not out of fear, but out of a need to feel the cold, hard weight of something real. He was forty years old, and for the first time in his life, the world felt like it...
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