The Faded Frontier

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"Show me the mark," the Magistrate said. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping across stone. Elias did not look up. He kept his eyes on the parchment, his fingers stained with ink and the red dust of the High Pass. The room was cold. The candlelight flickered against the rough-hewn walls of the inn, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to breathe. Outside, the wind howled, a low,...

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