The Iron Boundary: A Story of Dust, Scars, and the High Cost of Sanctuary
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THETHRESHOLD “You’re an expensive mistake, old man,” the heavy set one said. He didn’t spit, but his jaw stayed low, loose with the unearned confidence of thirty years and a black leather jacket that smelled of stale tobacco and cheap vinyl. He stood right where the asphalt rotted into sand,…