The Faded Frontier

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The needle slipped, and the silk bled black. Elara froze, her breath caught in the back of her throat as the dark liquid oozed from the weave of the emerald coat, spreading in a slow, viscous crawl across the satin lining. It was not ink, she knew, though it looked exactly like the India ink she used to mend the ledger books for Mrs. Vane; it was warm, and it smelled faintly of iron and old...

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