The Faded Frontier

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The vial in Elias Thorne’s hand was warm, a small glass cylinder filled with a liquid that looked less like medicine and more like the sludge drained from a bog, thick and dark enough to coat the tongue with the taste of iron and ash. He had been drinking Sorrow’s Nectar for twelve years, ever since the border patrol had stationed him at the Iron Gate, a stone fortress perched on the edge of...

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