The Faded Frontier

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The fog did not roll in; it grew, like mold on bread, eating the edges of the map Elias Thorne held in his sweating hands. He was forty-two, a cartographer by trade and a son by duty, and he had packed his satchel with the frantic energy of a man trying to outrun his own blood. The Whispering Woods lay ahead, a grey smear against the darkening sky, and the air tasted of wet iron and old rot....

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