The Faded Frontier

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The salt was in my teeth before I opened my eyes, a gritty, white crust that tasted of old pennies and wet stone. I was thirty-four, a garrison captain of the High Warden’s border fort, and I woke to the sound of my own name being dragged through the dark by a voice that did not belong to any living man. It was Mara’s voice, but wrong, stretched thin like taffy pulled too hard, calling Elias,...

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