The Faded Frontier

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The rain fell on the slate roof of the Inquisitorial Office like a thousand small accusations. I sat at my desk, the wood worn smooth by generations of anxious hands. My name was Elias Thorne. I was the last of the Silent Wardens, a title that sounded grand in the archives but felt hollow in my throat. The air smelled of damp stone and old ink. Outside, the city of Oakhaven shuddered under the...

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