The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey curtain that hung between the cobblestones of the old quarter and the soot-stained windows of the apothecary, turning the air into a thick, wet soup that tasted of iron and old paper. Thomas, who was no older than twelve but carried the heavy, stooped shoulders of a man who had known too many winters, stood in the doorway, his...

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