The Faded Frontier

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The fog did not drift into the library of Blackwood Manor so much as it seeped through the pores of the stone, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet ash and old ink. Elara Vane, thirty-two and sharp-featured, sat at the heavy oak desk, her fingers trembling not from the cold but from the rhythmic, wet cough that echoed from the room where her brother Julian lay. She had been the junior...

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