The Faded Frontier
The candle burned down to a stub, its wax pooling in the iron sconce like a frozen tear, and I watched the shadow of the man across from me stretch and contract against the tapestry, a dark creature pacing the walls of our confinement, and I thought to myself that this was the end of the investigation, the final breath of the case that had consumed my soul for three years, and I smiled, because...
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