The Faded Frontier

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The ink on my fingers had not dried when the first stone crumbled, a fine gray powder drifting down like ash from a fire I had not lit. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and for twenty years I have measured the contours of the valley of Aethelgard, but the Whispering Ridge defied the geometry I had trusted since boyhood. My superior, Magistrate Vane, had sent the order via courier that morning: the...

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