The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron. I stood at the window of the archive, watching the city breathe. London, in this age, was not the London of my youth. It was a creature of glass and shadow, a labyrinth where the old streets had been paved over by new desires. I am Dr. Elias Thorne. I study the history of silence....

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