The Faded Frontier

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The hammer struck the iron anvil, ringing a sharp, dissonant note through the drafty workshop where the smell of coal dust and old iron hung heavy in the stagnant air. I, Elias Thorne, a constable of twelve years’ service in the walled town of Oakhaven, stood over the anvil, my shoulder aching from the repetitive strain, watching the sparks fly like embers from a dying fire. My son, Julian, was...

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