The Faded Frontier

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The bell did not ring. It cracked. A sound like a dry branch snapping in a winter forest echoed through the vaulted stone hall. It was a small, dry sound. But it was the loudest thing in the world. Margaret Holloway stood before the Great Mirror. It was a slab of silvered glass, tall enough to swallow her whole. It had been here since the Abbey was founded. Since the days when the monks pruned...

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