The Faded Frontier

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The wrench slips, the metal flange spinning free in your frozen fingers, and the sound it makes is a high, thin shriek that cuts through the low, constant hum of the compressor house. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, and your left hand is no longer entirely yours; the numbness has crept past the knuckles, settling into the meat of the palm like wet sand, a symptom of the Grey Rot that...

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