The Faded Road
Chapter One "Notice: Supply chain interruption. Do not administer expired compounds." Anuar Pratama read the printed notice taped to the glass of the pharmacy, the ink still wet and smelling of turpentine, while the heat of the afternoon pressed against his back like a damp towel. He was thirty years old, a soldier with a contract that had ended when the funding died, now holding a clay jar of...
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