The Faded Frontier
The warden stood in the doorway. He held a lantern. The light was yellow. It cut through the dark. "Is it done?" he asked. Elias did not look up. He sat on the cold stone floor. His hands were bound. The rope bit into his wrists. "Yes," Elias said. The warden stepped inside. He wore black wool. The fabric rustled. It sounded like dry leaves. "Show me." Elias gestured with his head. To the...
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