The Faded Frontier

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The dream was always the same: a hand of glass and rock, fused to the wrist, bleeding light into the dust. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron on his tongue and the phantom weight of the obsidian shard in his left palm, the hand that had held his service revolver for twenty-two years without a single tremor until the last five. He sat up in the dark, the silence of the house pressing...

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