The Faded Frontier
The fog did not merely obscure the valley of Keth; it consumed it, a gray, viscous tide that swallowed the rusted skeletons of the old ironworks and the black, jagged teeth of the coal seams, erasing the boundary between the earth and the sky until the world was nothing but a hollow, breathing drum. Elias Thorne, a historian whose mind had been a pristine, ordered library for forty years, stood...
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