The Faded Frontier

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The chisel stopped. It hung in Elias Thorne’s grip, a sliver of white stone dust settling on the dark wool of his sleeve. The chapel wall was supposed to be finished by winter, a simple thing, a line of granite holding back the dark. But the line was failing. The fog rolled in from the north, thick and grey, and where it touched the mortar, the stone turned to powder. It was not a storm. It was...

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