The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from a sky the color of wet slate, a heavy, industrial gloom that settled over the provisional capital of Oakhaven like a shroud. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the muddy road, his carriage already gone, leaving him with nothing but a leather satchel that chafed against his shoulder and the lingering scent of Martha’s lavender soap in his...

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