The Faded Frontier

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The bell tower was a mouth. It hung over the city of Oakhaven like a jaw about to snap shut. I dreamed of it every night. The stone was not stone. It was bone. I touched the cold, jagged edge in my sleep. I woke with dust on my tongue. I am a seeker. I look for cracks. In the plaster. In the soul. In the law. The law of Oakhaven is simple. The tower must feed. It eats the debt. My name is Elias...

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