The Faded Frontier

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The rain in the border town did not fall; it hung, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of ozone and wet ash. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, the cobblestones slick and black beneath his boots, clutching a cracked porcelain mask to his chest. It hummed. The vibration was not in his hands but in his teeth, a low, bone-deep thrum that synchronized with his slowing heartbeat. He...

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