The Faded Frontier
The lamp burned low in the stone cellar. Its flame was a thin, yellow vein of light in the dark. Elias Thorne watched the wick. It did not flicker. It held steady. This was wrong. He held the lantern in his left hand. The brass was cold. It had been cold since the door shut. Since the last breath left the room above. Since the silence took hold. Elias was the keeper. He had been the keeper for...
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