The Faded Frontier

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Thorne! Thorne, you fool, look where you’re standing! The voice came from the ridge above, sharp and cracking like a dry branch snapping under a boot. Elias Thorne did not look up. He was too busy keeping his rifle steady, the iron cold against his cheek, while the mist around his ankles churned with a wet, rhythmic thumping. Four shapes moved through the grey, not quite solid, their fur matted...

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