The Faded Frontier

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The vial of black ink sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a dead bird, its surface trembling with a rhythm that did not match the beating of his own heart. Across the desk, Director Halloway’s fingers drummed a silent, bureaucratic tattoo against the mahogany, the sound sharp and final in the stale air of the cartography office. The shadows in the corners of the room were not static;...

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