The Faded Frontier

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You wake in the dark, the smell of old glue and dust thick in your throat. Your hands are shaking, not from cold, but from the weight of the leather binding you have been smoothing for the last four hours. It is three in the morning. The archive is sealed, the heavy oak doors barred from the outside by the night guard, and you are alone with the Codex of Silence. You want the promotion. You...

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