The Faded Frontier

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The vial was warm against Elias’s palm, the glass sweating a faint condensation that smelled of crushed moonflowers and stale iron. He held it up to the grey light filtering through the shattered skylight, watching the liquid inside swirl, a murky amber that was slowly turning the color of old blood. Outside, the wind howled across the moors, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone, but...

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