The Faded Frontier
The air in the Gray Zone tastes of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to be swallowed. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a border patrol officer with six years of service and a daughter whose college tuition is a line item in your budget that currently reads zero. Your goal is simple: clear Sector 9, the final stretch of the...
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