The Faded Frontier

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The ink on the ledger did not dry. It shimmered, a wet, black pulse that seemed to breathe against the grain of the oak table. Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose intellect had long since outpaced his ability to live, stared at the entry for the grain silo. The number was wrong. It was not a calculation error, nor a slip of the pen. The digits shifted under his gaze, rearranging themselves into a...

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