The Faded Frontier

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The rusted needle of the compass did not point north. It spun, a frantic, metallic eye searching for a direction that no longer existed in the geometry of the world. Elias held it in his palm, the brass casing cold and pitted with the corrosion of years, the metal biting into the skin of his hand as if trying to mark him. He was ten years old, thin as a reed, his clothes hanging off his...

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