The Faded Frontier

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The chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the Ironwood Agency burned with a cold, electric hum, casting long, trembling shadows across the white tablecloths where forty years of border service were being toasted with champagne that cost more than Elias Thorne’s annual salary. Elias sat at the head of the junior officers’ table, his hands resting flat on the linen, feeling the faint, rhythmic...

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