The Faded Frontier

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The dream began not with sound but with the taste of copper and ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of Silas Thorne’s tongue as he lay suspended in the grey, breathing dark of the cellar, his hands bound with strips of raw hide that had long since lost their suppleness and become as brittle and unforgiving as the old oak beams above him, where the rats moved with a silent, chittering...

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