The Faded River

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The Faded River

The radio in Elias Thorne’s left hand was dead, its antenna snapped clean off, the plastic casing cracked and leaking a faint smell of burnt ozone. He held it up to the light of the setting sun, turning it over in his fingers, feeling the jagged edge of the break against his palm. It was a useless thing now, a heavy, inert weight that had once been his only link to the command post three miles...

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