The Faded Frontier
The compass was missing from the leather roll, and Elias Thorne knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has spent thirty years measuring the distance between what is and what should be, that Silas had taken it. "You’ll want to know where it went, Mr. Thorne," Silas said, not looking up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. The young man’s voice was light, almost amused, as if he were...
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