The Faded Frontier

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The flour weighed exactly four hundred and twelve pounds, a number Elias had counted in his sleep, his fingers drumming the rhythm against the heavy oak table before the dream even began. He woke with the taste of iron and ash on his tongue, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat and refused to wash away. The morning light in Oren was thin and grey, filtering through the stained...

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