The Faded Frontier

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The glass did not shatter; it dissolved. It began at the edges of the great workshop window, where the light of the dying afternoon had turned the dust motes into suspended galaxies, and from there it liquefied, running down the panes like thick, viscous honey before pooling on the floorboards in a dark, iridescent puddle. Elias Vane did not gasp. He did not recoil. He stood in the center of...

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