The Faded Frontier

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The count of the dead was twelve. I knew this not because I had seen their bodies, but because the mortar had wept twelve distinct pools of black sap in the last month. Each pool corresponded to a cell that had been empty for a decade. The walls of Oakhaven Prison were stone, but they were also hungry. I was Elias Thorne, warden, forty-two years old, and I was looking for a silver clasp. It had...

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