The Faded Frontier

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The soup was thick. It clung to the silver spoon, a dark, viscous mass of marrow and crushed beet. Elias sat at the head of the long oak table in the Grand Hall, his uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the gaslight. Across from him, General Halloway picked at a piece of bread, tearing it into small, precise squares. "Elias," Halloway said. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping...

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