The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet slate and the metallic tang of old blood, hanging over the sprawling, decaying expanse of St. Jude’s Research Institute, a place where the boundary between the living and the merely persistent had long since dissolved into a mist that clung to the lungs and the mind alike. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold...

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