The Faded Frontier
The warrant lay on the magistrate’s desk, a thin sheet of yellowed paper that Elias Thorne had signed with a steady hand seven years prior, a document that now felt heavier than the iron bars of the cell where his brother lay. Elias stood in the dusty outpost of Fort Alamo, the air thick with the smell of dried sage and old sweat, and watched Magistrate Halloway, a man so thin he was slowly...
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