The Faded Frontier

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The dream was always the same: a heavy wool tunic, soaked in brine, hanging on a hook that slowly dissolved into rust and smoke. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the dampness of the Imperial Court’s lower halls clinging to his skin like a second, rotting layer. He was forty years old, a Captain of the Guard, and his devotion to the state was a fever that had burned...

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