The Faded Frontier

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The smell of the soup was thick in the air, a heavy, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of Elias’s throat. It was the scent of marrow and bone, of things stripped down to their essence, boiled until the structure dissolved into liquid. Elias stood by the fire, the wooden spoon in his hand, stirring the pot. The broth was a murky brown, swirling with clouds of fat. He watched the bubbles...

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