The Faded Frontier

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The ink on the ledger was still wet, or so it seemed to Elias Thorne’s fingertips as he traced the column of dates, the smell of damp brick and rusted iron filling the basement stacks of the Municipal Archive in Oakhaven. He was thirty-two, a man who had spent a decade in the quiet, dry air of university libraries, and the humidity of this industrial city sat on his skin like a heavy, unwashed...

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