The Faded Frontier

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The glass was cold. It sat on the mahogany desk, a heavy, leaded cylinder, catching the gray light from the window. Elias touched it. His finger left a smudge, a dark tear in the pale air. He was alone. The room smelled of damp wool and old paper. Outside, the city of Ashworth hummed. It was a low, industrial thrum. The trains ran late. The smoke hung low. Elias looked at the glass. He knew...

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