The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The dream was always the same. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of dry earth in his mouth, his hands clenched so tight the nails cut into his palms. He was forty years old, a border patrol officer on the western ridge, and for the last three months he had seen his own face splitting in the dark. The cracks ran from his temples to his jaw, like clay left too long in the sun. He sat up in the...

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