The Faded Road
The rain on the windshield of the black sedan was a static hiss, a white noise that filled the silence between Elias Thorne and the driver, a silence that felt less like absence and more like pressure. Elias was thirty-four, a sergeant with twelve years of service, and he was driving toward a discharge hearing that would strip him of his rank, his pension, and his name. In the rearview mirror,...
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