The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled, a violent, sizzling rejection of the sky by the earth, drumming against the slate roof of the Ashworth manor with a ferocity that shook the dust from the rafters. In the center of the great hall, where the chandeliers were dark and the mirrors were draped in black velvet, Elias stood with his back to the door, his hands raised not in defense but...
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