The Faded Frontier

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The cellar was not dark, not in the way of absence, but thick with a pale, vibrating luminescence that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves, a soft, sickly glow like the inside of a bruised fruit. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his breath suspended in the cold air, watching the object in his hands. It was a clock, or what had once been a clock, stripped of its face and...

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