The Faded Frontier
The iron-bound contract lay on the table, its edges sharp enough to cut, a physical manifestation of Elias Thorne’s will to halt the rot that was consuming Oakhaven. He was forty years old, though the ache in his chest made him feel as though he had already lived two lifetimes, a hollowed-out vessel of duty where his sister’s memory had calcified into the very mortar of his character. The...
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