The Faded Frontier

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"You’re late, Elias." The voice came from the mist, low and textured like sandpaper over dry bark. Elias Thorne, thirty years old and carrying the weight of his father’s unfinished survey in a leather satchel that had long since lost its shape, did not turn around. He was staring at the valley of Oren, a place that existed on no official map, a stretch of highland land that smelled of wet stone...

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