The Faded Frontier

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The train cut through the mist like a blade through fat. Elias Vance sat in the corner. His coat was thin. The wool had worn to gray threads. He held his hat in his lap. The leather was cracked. Like his knuckles. He was a man of letters. Of old papers. He taught at a college that was dying. The funding had dried up. The ink in his pen ran brown. He needed money. He needed it now. He was going...

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