The Faded Frontier

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The Guild Feast was a spectacle of roasted pheasant and aged wine, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and ambition. Elias Thorne sat at the end of the long oak table, his fifty-year-old hands resting on the white linen. In his left palm lay a cracked porcelain hand, a ceramic replica of a human limb that served as his compass. It was cold to the touch, colder than the room, and it hummed...

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