The Faded Frontier

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The badge in Elias’s pocket was warm, a heat that did not come from friction or the afternoon sun, but from the marrow of the metal itself, a steady pulse against his hip that reminded him he was lying to the room, to the dust, to the very air he was breathing. "You’re late, Elias," Vance said, not looking up from the ledger he was balancing. The pencil moved with the precision of a surgeon’s...

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