The Faded Ruin
The rain had fallen for three days, turning the mud of the Northern Exclusion Zone into a thick, sucking paste that pulled at the boots of every man who moved through it. Elias Thorne stood by the gate, counting the seconds between the distant thump of the artillery and the hiss of water running over the rusted iron bars. He was thirty-two years old, a border warden with a reputation for...
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