The Wistful Skyline

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The snow was not white, but a bruised, shifting grey that seemed to breathe against the frozen earth. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border warden in the frozen year 1893, and my hands are shaking so violently that I can barely grip the handle of my rifle. My want is simple, brutal, and immediate: I must survive this shift so I can sign the release papers that will secure my pension, the only...

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