The Faded Frontier

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The smell hit Elias Thorne before the sight did: a thick, cloying sweetness like overripe peaches left in the sun, mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. It was the smell of the barracks, the place where the air conditioning hummed a low, dying note and the linoleum floors were stained with decades of spilled coffee and forgotten secrets. "Thorne," the voice called out from the...

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