The Faded Frontier

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The air in the Magistrate’s office tasted of stale tobacco and old paper, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of your throat as you stood before the heavy oak desk, your knuckles white against the leather satchel at your side. You had spent three months tracing the ledger, following the faint, bloody scent of your father’s disgrace through the city’s underbelly, and now, finally, you...

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