The Wistful Skyline

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The fog rolled in off the river like a gray tide, erasing the distinct line where the grass ended and the water began. Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his rifle, his knuckles white against the cold iron, watching the mist thicken until the fence posts vanished into a uniform wall of white. He was forty-five years old, twenty of which he had spent guarding this stretch of the border, and the...

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