The Faded Frontier

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The ink on the ledger page was not red, but it bled with a vitality that ordinary pigments did not possess. Elias Thorne held the magnifying glass steady, his breath suspended in the cold, damp air of the Imperial Customs House archive, watching the crimson line creep across the entry for shipment number four-niner-seven. It was a boundary, a jagged scar of color that seemed to pulse against...

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