The Faded Frontier

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The banquet hall of the Grand Hotel Meridian was not merely a room; it was a suspended organ of gold leaf and velvet, beating with the slow, heavy pulse of the city’s elite, where the air hung thick with the scent of expensive perfume, stale champagne, and the metallic tang of secrets that had been kept too long. Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the dais, his tuxedo fitting him with the...

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