The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall in Kaelen’s Creek; it hung. It was a gray, suspended mist that clung to the uniforms of the border patrol, turning the wool into heavy, sodden weights that pulled at the shoulders. Elias Vance stood before the mirror in his barracks, his hands steady as he buttoned his tunic, though his heart hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm against his ribs. He was thirty-four, with...

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