The Faded Road
"You can’t tear it down, Elias. Not yet." The voice belonged to Deputy Miller, standing in the doorway of the sheriff’s office, his uniform pressed to a crispness that seemed offensive in the dust-choked room. Elias Thorne did not look up from the blueprint spread across his desk. The paper was brittle, yellowed at the edges, marked with red ink that looked suspiciously like dried blood. He was...
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