The Faded Frontier

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The dream was always the same: the Hollow House standing at the edge of a cliff that did not exist in waking life, its timber bones groaning as they turned to grey powder in the wind. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash on his tongue, the forty-two-year-old archivist staring at the water-stained ceiling of his university dormitory, the silence pressing against his eardrums like deep water....

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