The Faded Frontier

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The ledger was heavy, bound in leather that felt less like skin and more like dried earth. You sat at the oak desk in the basement of the Meridian Institute, the air thick with the smell of decaying paper and ozone. Your pension was three months away, a finality that terrified you more than the unknown. You needed this cataloging done. You needed the silence. But the silence was gone. On the...

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