The Faded Frontier

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The fog did not roll in so much as it rose, a cold, damp breath exhaled from the earth itself, clinging to the hem of Elias Thorne’s coat as he stood before the boundary stone. He was forty years old, his face a map of deep lines carved by sleepless nights and the heavy burden of the inquisitor’s office, and in his hand he held a ledger of names that had begun to blur at the edges. The Wraith...

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