The Faded Frontier

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The brass bell above the door did not ring. It hummed. A low, vibrating thrum that settled in the teeth of Arthur Penhaligon. He stood in the center of the shop, the air thick with the smell of ozone and old paper. The year was 1912, or close to it. The world outside was grey and industrial, choked by coal smoke. Inside, the light was amber and strange. It did not come from the windows. It came...

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