The Faded Frontier

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The fire that consumed the workshop in the year of our Lord 1342 did not roar, but hissed, a low, sibilant whisper that smelled of burnt copper and wet ash. Elias Thorne woke to the sound of the loom’s shuttle snapping against the frame, a rhythmic, percussive thud that marked the seconds in the silence, one, two, three, four, counting the breaths of a house that no longer existed. He sat up,...

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