The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-18 19:06:04 -

The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven at dusk, exhaling a plume of black smoke that curled against the grey, indifferent sky like a prayer no one was listening to. Arthur Penhaligon stepped onto the platform, his leather trunk heavy in his hands, and watched the last of his colleagues disappear into the mist. He was a man of letters, of taxonomy and dry, precise Latin, but he felt...

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