The Faded Frontier

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The jar sat on the kitchen table, a squat vessel of thick, clouded glass that held a slurry of crushed amber and black, a substance that smelled of burnt sugar and wet earth. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands resting on the edge of the wood, feeling the grain beneath his calloused palms. He had not slept in three days. The silence of the farmhouse was heavy, pressing against his eardrums,...

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