The Faded Frontier

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The ink did not dry; it wept. Elias Thorne, Scribe of the Third Table, watched the black fluid seep through the vellum of the solstice ledger, pooling on the oak desk beneath the parchment until it formed the distinct, hollow shape of a weeping eye. He was forty years old, a man of rigid posture and cleaner conscience, who had spent two decades cataloging the debts of the Pale Dominion with a...

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