The Faded Shield
The gravel crunched under the tires of the institute’s black sedan as it carried Elias Thorne up the winding mountain road, the view of the valley below blurring into a smear of grey and green that he refused to acknowledge. He sat in the back seat, his knuckles white against the leather, watching his own hands rest in his lap, where a faint, rhythmic tremor had begun to pulse beneath the skin,...
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