The Faded Frontier
Chapter One The township of Qazvin sprawled along the river bend, a grid of concrete blocks and rusted fences where the tundra grass pushed up through the asphalt cracks, indifferent to the mortgage notices taped to every door. The air smelled of wet wool and diesel, a thick, cold damp that settled in the lungs of the call-center floor where two hundred headsets hummed in unison, a...
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