The Faded Frontier

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, grey silt that clogged the cobblestones and seeped into the bones of the old stone houses. Elias Thorne stood on the narrow bridge over the Blackwater, his coat damp and heavy, watching the water churn below. He was a man who had spent thirty years cataloguing the invisible, a seeker of anomalies in a world that...

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