The Faded Frontier

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The iron gate of the precinct groaned open like a dying beast, its hinges screaming in the wet, industrial fog that rolled off the River Tames and seeped into the cobblestones, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the archway with his uniform soaked through to the bone, the mud of the street caked onto his boots in thick, gray clods that smelled of rot and coal smoke, while behind him the crowd...

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