The Faded Frontier

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The gas hissed in the corner, a thin, constant scream that was directed specifically at Elias Thorne, who sat hunched over a ledger of accounts that had not balanced in three weeks. It was November in London, the year 1893, and the air in the cramped office on Fetter Lane smelled of stale tobacco and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Elias was forty-two, a forensic accountant whose hands were...

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