The Faded Frontier

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The clay vessel sat on the counter, heavy with the grey sludge that Elias Thorne had spent three years distilling from the roots of the ash-tree and the marrow of the dying. It was a mirror of his own vitality, a liquid that tasted of iron and forgotten winters, and it was the only thing in his clinic that did not lie to him. Elias was forty, though he looked fifty, his face a map of lines...

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