The Faded Frontier
The departure from the University of St. Jude’s was not marked by the fanfare of a graduation or the solemnity of a funeral, but by the quiet, rusted turning of a key in a lock that had long since forgotten the shape of the metal, and Professor Elias Thorne stood in the corridor of the Archive, holding a single, pressed fern leaf that had been blackening at its edges for the better part of a...
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