The Faded Frontier
The light in the office was the color of old brass, slanting low through the high windows that looked out onto the ironworks. Elias Thorne stood by the radiator, his hands clasped behind his back, and watched his deputy, Silas, shiver in the corner. The radiator clanked, a sharp metallic tick that seemed to echo the silence between them. Thorne did not look at Silas. He looked at the form on...
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