The Faded Frontier
The ink was black, but the pain was red, a hot wire pulled tight beneath the skin of my wrist. “Elias, you are bleeding again,” Thomas said, his voice low and rough, like a stone grinding against the bottom of a riverbed. He stood in the doorway of my cell, a narrow space behind the Guild’s main archive, where the air smelled of mildew and old varnish. “The Master has summoned you. Now.” I...
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