The Faded Frontier

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The brass compass lay open on the wet stone floor of the cellar, its needle spinning with a lazy, hypnotic indifference that seemed to mock the frantic beating of Silas’s heart. He was twelve, though in the gray, soot-stained twilight of the underground city of Veridia, he felt ancient, worn thin by the weight of secrets that did not belong to him. The air here did not smell of the fresh rain...

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