The Faded Frontier

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The air in the council chamber tasted of damp limestone and stale tobacco, a thick, suffocating layer that pressed against Elias Thorne’s bruised lungs with every shallow breath he took. He stood before the three seated magistrates, his uniform strained across his thinning frame, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword he had not drawn in a decade. "The Watchtower must be dismantled today,"...

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