The Faded Frontier

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The rain on the road to Vane’s Keep was not water but a fine, grey mist that settled in the creases of Thomas’s cloak and tasted of iron. He was twelve years old, his hands stained with the indigo ink of his master’s ledger, and he walked with the heavy, deliberate pace of a boy who had learned that speed attracted attention while slowness invited suspicion. His mother’s debt to the local...

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