The Faded Frontier

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The glass in the ceiling of the archive room did not reflect the light; it absorbed it. It was a paned expanse of dark, smoked vitreous, set into the high Victorian rafters of the St. Jude’s Historical Society, a building that smelled of damp wool, decaying paper, and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. Arthur Penhaligon sat at his desk, a small island of order in a sea of dust. He was a man of...

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