The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The brass badge sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a small, dead bird. It was the only thing in the Harvest Gala ballroom that felt solid. Around him, the air was thick with the smell of roasted turkey and cheap perfume, the noise a low, droning hum of two hundred people who believed they were safe. Elias stood near the stage, his shoulders squared, the uniform a second skin that had...

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