The Faded Frontier

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The mortar was cold, and my hands were not. I ground the dried lichen with a rhythmic, crushing force that shook the wooden table beneath me. Outside the shop window of Thorne & Sons Apothecary, the rain in Oakhaven fell in sheets, blurring the gray stone of the High Street into a smear of mud and shadow. My sister, Clara, lay three rooms away, her skin already taking on the chalky, translucent...

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