The Faded Frontier

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The fog did not roll in; it rose, a thick, gray wool that smelled of wet ash and old copper, swallowing the cobblestones of Millhaven one inch at a time until the spires of the Magistrate’s tower were little more than vague suggestions against the bruised sky. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the square, his hands buried deep in the pockets of a coat that had seen better decades, watching the...

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