The Wistful Incense

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Thorne. The name came through the radio speaker with a crackle that sounded like dry leaves skittering across a driveway, a sound Elias had not heard in three years, not since the autumn Clara’s car slid off the Route 9 bridge. He was sitting in the center of Outpost 4, a concrete box perched on the jagged edge of the Montana border, his back against the cold metal of the heating unit, which...

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