The Faded Frontier

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The city of Aethelgard did not sleep; it merely held its breath, a vast, metallic lung expanding and contracting in the humid dark. Inside the precinct house, which smelled of stale coffee, damp wool, and the ozone tang of old electricity, Officer Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in the locker room. He was not adjusting his tie. He was not checking his hair. He was waiting for the mark to...

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