The Faded Frontier

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The banquet hall of the Sanatorium for the Nervous and the Worn hung in a perpetual, amber twilight, a state of suspended animation where the air tasted faintly of boiled starch and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the oak paneling and the dust motes dancing in the shafts of light that fell from the high, arched windows. Elias Thorne sat at the long table, his hands...

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