The Faded Frontier

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The ink in the deed did not sit still on the page; it swam, a black liquid that seemed to possess its own tidal rhythm, expanding and contracting in response to the weight of Elias Thorne’s gaze. Elias, a man whose forty years of service had eroded his spine into a permanent question mark, pressed his spectacles closer to the parchment, his breath held in a tight knot of anxiety behind his...

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