The Faded Frontier

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The smell of damp wool and old ink clung to the air in the city archives, a thick, suffocating scent that Elias had come to associate with his father’s silence. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that trembled not from cold but from the weight of the ledger entry he had just found. It was a simple line, written in the cramped, precise hand of Magistrate Julian Thorne, dated three...

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