The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that smelled of wet iron and old stone. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the manor, his hand resting on the cold brass of the doorframe, feeling the tremor in his fingers that he could not quite name. Behind him, the house breathed, a slow, rhythmic expansion of shadows in the hallway. He was leaving, or rather, he...

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