The Faded Frontier

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"Do you still keep it?" asked the woman, her voice thin and brittle as the ice that was beginning to form on the surface of the black water, "The coat? The one that smells of iron and old smoke?" Professor Julian Vane did not look up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee, though the book was blank, every page a mirror of polished obsidian that reflected not his face but the swirling,...

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