The Faded Frontier

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The left hand of Arthur Penhaligon was a map of its own history, a topography of scars and calluses that had hardened over forty years into something resembling bark, something that no longer felt like flesh but rather like a tool that had been left out in the rain until it warped and stiffened, a hand that had gripped the hilt of a sword in a dream so long ago that the memory of the steel had...

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