The Faded Frontier

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Thorne. The name was called from the other end of the long, low room, a sharp bark that cut through the hum of the ventilation system. Elias looked up from the desk, his fingers hovering over the edge of the parchment, and saw Mr. Vance standing in the doorway, his tie loosened, his face a mask of bureaucratic impatience. The document before Elias was not merely old; it was alive, or at least...

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