The Faded Frontier

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suffocating veil that turned the cobblestones into slick, treacherous mirrors. Elias Ashworth walked with the rhythm of a man who had forgotten how to breathe, his hands white-knuckled around the handle of a leather satchel that felt heavy as a stone. Inside the satchel, wrapped in oilcloth, lay the coat. It was a garment of deep...

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