The Faded Frontier

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The ink was moving again, a slow, viscous crawl across the vellum that Elias Thorne watched with the weary patience of a man observing a tide. He sat at the desk in the study, his hand resting on a sheaf of parchment, the other clutching a glass of water that trembled slightly in the afternoon light. The house was silent, save for the tick of the clock and the wet, tearing sound of his own...

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