The Faded Frontier

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The air in the Blackwood Shaft tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated Elias Thorne’s teeth as he stood before the gate to Level Four, his hand gripping the cold iron bar until his knuckles turned white. He was forty years old, a man whose joints ached with the damp chill of the earth, and he stood there waiting for permission to dig, not for profit, but to save his brother,...

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