The Faded Frontier

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The air in the lower district of Oakhaven tasted of wet stone and old iron, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the door of the widow’s cottage. He was forty-five years old, though the mirror had begun to lie about that number, reflecting a man hollowed out by a hunger that was not for food. In his coat pocket, his fingers traced the smooth, cold...

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