The Faded Frontier

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The key was cold in my palm, slick with the sweat of three days’ waiting. I had stolen it from Foreman Halloway’s desk while he slept, the brass teeth biting into the lock of the Loom Room like a hungry mouth. The mill was silent, a rare and terrifying thing, the looms dormant under the power outage that had swallowed the entire district. I am Elara, thirty-two, and I am a criminal now, though...

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