The Faded Frontier

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Elias. The word hung in the air, sharp as a snapped quill, spoken by the Head Clerk, Master Thorne, from the shadows of the Chancery’s high gallery. You froze, the nib of your goose-feather quill hovering over the parchment, a drop of black ink trembling on the tip. It was not a greeting. It was a summons. You looked up, your eyes adjusting to the dim, candlelit gloom where the dead were...

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