The Faded Frontier

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The broth was thick with the scent of crushed juniper and old iron, a smell that hung in the air of the infirmary like a heavy, damp wool blanket that refused to let the lungs fully expand. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the cot, his hands wrapped around the ceramic bowl, the heat seeping into his calloused palms, and he watched the surface of the liquid ripple with a slow, hypnotic rhythm...

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