The Faded Frontier

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The morning light entered the office not as a beam but as a gray, suspended dust, coating the mahogany desks and the faces of the men sitting in them, creating a uniform, silent stillness that felt less like peace and more like the held breath before a scream, and in that silence, Elias Thorne sat with his hands folded on the table, his fingers trembling with a fine, almost imperceptible...

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