The Faded Frontier

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"Sign here, Thorne. Just the line. Don't make a scene." Elias Thorne looked at the ink on the paper. It was black, wet, and smelled of iron. He did not sign. He stood up, his left hand—his only hand—gripping the edge of the table until the wood splintered under the pressure. The room was the Chief’s office, a space that smelled of stale tobacco and cheap linoleum. The walls were covered in a...

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