The Faded Portrait

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The brass watch in your left hand is warm, heavier than it should be, and it is bleeding a thin, rust-colored line down your wrist. You stand at the threshold of the Obsidian Wastes, that jagged stretch of borderland where the air shimmers with a low-frequency hum that vibrates in your teeth and distorts the light into something thick and oily. You are Elias Thorne, a border patrol officer with...

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