The Faded Frontier

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The rain against the window of the municipal archive was a steady, rhythmic tapping, like fingernails testing the strength of wood. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the light from the fluorescent tube above him humming a low, persistent note that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He was a man of fifty, with the kind of face that had learned to hold still, a mask of neutral competence worn over a...

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