The Faded Portrait

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The rain in the northern pass did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended mist that froze on contact. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the drift, his rifle leveled at a shape that moved against the wind. It was not a man. It was a distortion, a ripple in the air where the cold should have been uniform. Elias’s breath came in short, sharp bursts, each one a cloud of white that dissolved...

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