The Faded Frontier

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The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that turned the neon signs into bleeding watercolors. Elias Thorne adjusted the collar of his trench coat, the fabric stiff with dampness, and watched the entrance of the Harrow Estate through his binoculars. He was forty-two, a private investigator whose license had been revoked three years ago, not for...

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