The Faded Frontier

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick, black mirrors that reflected the grimy glow of the gas lamps. It was a cold, industrial dampness that seeped into the bones, a constant reminder that the war had left the world frayed at the edges. Silas Vane stood on the porch of the apothecary, his hand resting on the doorframe. His fingers were long,...

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