The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

"You’re telling me the radio’s dead? In the middle of a blizzard?" The voice on the other end of the line was not his superior, but the static itself, a grinding, white noise that swallowed the words whole. Elias Thorne held the handset against his ear, the plastic cold and slick with the sweat from his palm. He was forty-two, though the mirror in the watchtower’s cramped office had started to...

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