The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rusted Ford of Sergeant Miller kicked up a rooster tail of red dust that hung in the air like a suspended judgment, slowly dissipating until the ridge was empty save for Elias Thorne and the relentless, grinding heat of the New Mexico desert. Elias stood with his hand resting on the butt of his service pistol, the metal hot enough to sear the skin, watching the taillights vanish into the...

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