The Faded Frontier

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The candlelight in the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor did not flicker; it held, a steady, surgical beam that cut through the gloom of the high vaulted ceilings. Sir Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting flat on the polished wood, knuckles white. He was a man of few words, a scholar of the old ways, a cartographer of the invisible. Around him, the household staff...

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