The Faded Frontier
The summons came not as a voice, but as a vibration in the linoleum, a heavy, rhythmic thud that traveled up through the soles of my boots and settled in my teeth. I looked up from the ledger, the ink still wet and black as a bruise on my knuckles, and saw the shadow of Minister Halloway stretching across the floorboards, long and distorted, reaching for me with the patience of a debt...
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