The Faded Frontier

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The hand of the elder, Thomas Bradshaw, is still on your shoulder, a heavy, damp weight that smells of wet wool and woodsmoke, as you stand at the edge of the grove in the thinning light of October. You are thirty-two years old, a scholar of natural philosophy from the distant city, and you have come to Oakhaven to document the curative properties of the great oak, a task that will secure your...

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