The Faded Guest
The rain hits the high desert with a staccato rhythm that vibrates through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the frozen mud where he stands, his left hand trembling so violently that the radio held in his grip rattles against his knuckles. He presses the transmit button, his breath exploding into white clouds that are instantly shredded by the wind, and he...
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