The Faded Frontier

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Elias Thorne’s fingers, stiff as winter oak, hovered over the brass scale, trembling with a palsy that had no name in the medical texts but was well known to the shop’s dust. He needed to measure exactly four grams of the raw material, the collected tears of the dying, to complete the final batch of the King’s Breath tincture. The debt to the Crown was a heavy stone in his chest, a weight he...

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