The Faded Frontier

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The mortar was stone, cold and heavy in Elias Thorne’s hands, and the red clay inside it crumbled with a sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave. He ground it in rhythmic, mechanical circles, his shoulders aching with the familiar tension of a man who has carried too much weight for too long. The cabin was dark save for the single bulb that hung from the ceiling, its light a sickly...

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