The Faded Frontier

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The heavy crystal goblet in Elias Thorne’s hand felt cold and fragile, a thin barrier against the heat of the room. He stood near the wall of the Governor’s banquet hall, watching the black liquid seep slowly from the plaster, a dark vein pulsing beneath the white surface. The Governor, a man whose face was as smooth and unreadable as the polished mahogany of his desk, raised his glass in a...

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