The Faded Frontier

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The iron gate of the Citadel of St. Jude groaned open not with the hiss of steam or the clatter of machinery, but with a low, mournful thrum that vibrated in the marrow of the stone, a sound that had persisted through three centuries of unbroken vigilance and now echoed in the hollowed-out chest of Commander Elias Thorne as he stood before the central altar where the light had gone out. He was...

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