The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-23 17:32:35 -

Thorne. Arthur’s voice came from the doorway, thin and strained, cutting through the low, rhythmic groaning of the stone. Elias did not turn. He stood in the center of the rotunda, his boots planted on the cracked flagstones, staring at the peeling fresco of the city’s founding fathers. The air here was thick, tasting of damp lime and old iron, a taste that coated the back of his throat and...

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