The Faded Frontier

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The key was rusted, and Elias Thorne counted the turns of his wrist as he tightened the strap of his bag, one, two, three, each movement a small, grinding protest against the cold. He had walked for four days from Oakhaven, and the weight of the iron object in his pocket had grown heavier with every mile, a physical drag that pulled his spine out of alignment. He wanted the pension. He wanted...

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