The Faded Frontier

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The brass badge sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, heavy as a dead coin. It was the only thing in the station that had not been requisitioned, stripped, or filed away by the Department of Border Integrity. Elias held it against the cold window of his office, the glass fogging under the heat of his skin. Outside, the town of Oakhaven lay under a grey, suffocating sky, the air thick with the smell of...

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