The Faded Frontier

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The gray powder tasted of iron and cold ash. Elias Thorne scraped the last of the Sedative from the ceramic bowl, his actuary’s fingers steady, the tines of the spoon clicking against the glaze. He was thirty-four, a junior actuary in Oakhaven, and he wanted the promotion that would let him afford the therapy Mara needed. The bowl sat on the kitchen counter, next to the unpaid electric bill and...

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