The Faded Frontier

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The first tremor arrived not as sound but as a taste, metallic and cold, spreading across the tongue like spilled mercury. Elias Vane stood at the center of the processing floor, a vast concrete cathedral where the air was always thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone. He was a Senior Containment Specialist, a title that implied order, a man who built cages for things that did not wish to...

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