The Faded Frontier

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The cold had settled into the marrow of my left hand before I noticed the frost biting the leather of my glove, a sharp, stinging ache that reminded me I was still flesh and not merely a function of the uniform I wore. I was Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a border warden in the mist-shrouded valley of Oakhaven, and I was tightening the knot on the rope that held the King’s stag, a beast of...

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