The Faded Masquerade

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Thorne. The name was barked by the radio static, a jagged shard of sound that cut through the humid air of the canyon. You stood still, your hand resting on the cold, splintered wood of the patrol jeep’s door, feeling the vibration of the engine in your bones. The Hollow lay before you, a throat of gray mist swallowing the sun. You were forty-two years old, and your knees ached with a dull,...

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