The Faded Frontier

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The letter lay on the desk, its edges curling like dead leaves. Elias Thorne, fifty-eight, a man whose spine had long since surrendered to the damp, picked it up. It was from the Board of Trustees. The pension was contingent on the final cataloging of the St. Jude’s Orphanage archives before the winter frost set in. His heart, a tired engine with a stuttering valve, thumped against his ribs...

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