The Faded Frontier

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The ledger lay open on the table, its pages stiff with age and the damp that always seeped through the floorboards of the Thorne house. Elias Thorne held a quill in one hand, his other resting on the edge of the book, the wood worn smooth by forty-five years of his father’s anxious tapping. Outside, the fog pressed against the glass, thick as wool, muting the sounds of the city of Oakhaven...

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