The Faded Frontier

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The banquet hall of the Citadel of St. Jude’s was not a room so much as a throat, a vast, arched cavern of stone that swallowed sound and light alike. It smelled of damp wool, old iron, and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the walls like a second skin. In the center of this oppressive silence, Elias Thorne sat at the head of a long table carved from a single slab of obsidian. The table...

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