The Wistful Witness

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The fence hummed. It was a low, tectonic vibration that Elias Thorne felt not in his ears but in the marrow of his teeth. He stood at the jagged wire, fifty-four years old, his uniform stiff with the damp chill of the border. The town of Oakhaven lay behind him, silent and orderly. The wasteland lay before him, a gray expanse where the air seemed to thicken. Elias pressed his hand against the...

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