The Faded River

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The Faded River

Thorne, report to the checkpoint. The voice cut through the gray haze of the early morning, sharp and bureaucratic, stripping away the last remnants of the quiet he had cultivated for weeks. Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his duty belt, the leather creaking with a sound that felt too loud in the stillness of the patrol vehicle. He was thirty-two years old, a man who had spent the better...

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