The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The fog rolled in off the moor before dawn, pressing its damp, grey weight against the glass of the watchtower until the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the scratch of my pen and the rhythmic thud of my own heart. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last twenty of those years standing watch at Kestrel Post, a lonely outpost where the border line is drawn not...

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