The Faded Frontier
The feast was held in the undercroft of St. Jude’s, a cavernous space beneath the university library where the stone walls wept with damp and the air smelled of stale beeswax and old paper. Elara Vane sat at the head of the long table, her fingers stained with ink from the margins of the codex she had just deciphered. Around her, the faculty of the Department of Antiquities ate roasted pheasant...
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