The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass of the Grand Hall, a sustained, hydraulic weight that turned the world outside into a blurred, gray smear of mud and weeping oak, while inside, the air hung thick with the scent of wet wool, old paper, and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that seemed to leak from the very walls of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Commander Elias...

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