The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a static charge of gray mist that clung to the high, vaulted ceilings of the municipal archive. Elias Thorne stood before the reading room’s solitary table, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that surrounded him. He was a man of sixty, with the hollowed cheeks of one who had spent decades...

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