The Faded Frontier

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The sleet did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended judgment of gray needles that slicked the cobblestones of Harrowgate into a mirror of the bruised sky, and it was into this wet, howling void that Inspector Elias Thorne marched, his boots squelching with a wet, heavy rhythm that seemed to sync with the erratic, painful throb in the left side of his chest, a pain that had begun...

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