The Faded Frontier

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, reflective mirror of the weeping sky. I stood in the doorway of my office, watching the water drip from the brim of my hat, the leather of my boots soaking through with a cold that seemed to seep into the marrow of my bones. The air smelled of wet stone, old iron, and...

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