The Faded Frontier

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The rain fell on the village of Oakhaven not as water, but as a fine, gray dust that settled in the crevices of the stone and the hollows of the eyes. It was a dry, choking precipitate, the exhalation of the mountain itself, and the villagers wore masks of woven moss to breathe. In the center of the square, where the market stalls had once stood, Elias Thorne sat on a bench of petrified wood,...

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