The Faded Frontier

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The silverware clattered against the fine china with a sharpness that seemed to cut the air of the Governor’s dining room. Elias Thorne held his fork steady, his knuckles white, while the weight of the brass compass fused to his left forearm pulled against his tunic like a second, heavier pulse. Governor Sterling sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his face ruddy and flushed with the...

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