The Faded Alibi
The dust in the outpost of Fort Sterling hung in the air like a suspended judgment, settling on the map spread across Elias Thorne’s desk, a fine grey powder that coated the ink lines of the disputed border he had drawn a dozen times that morning. Elias sat alone, the silence of the room pressing against his eardrums, his hands wrapped around a porcelain cup that had belonged to his brother, a...
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