The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall on the manor so much as it seeped, a persistent dampness that turned the air into a thick, metallic broth. Elias Thorne stood before the apothecary shelf, his fingers trembling as he counted the remaining moon-orchid petals, each one pale as a bruise and fragile as old paper. He needed three more to complete the tonic, the final dose that might yet pull his lungs back from...

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