The Faded Frontier

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The feast hall smelled of roasted venison and stale ale. Elias Thorne stood by the wall, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, though he had not drawn it in years. The new magistrate, a young man named Julian Vane, sat at the head of the table, his face flushed with wine and the arrogance of a man who had never seen a border dispute. Elias wanted only to keep his post. He wanted to keep...

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