The Golden Downtown

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Elias Thorne’s fingers were black with soot as he pried the lid off the iron kettle, the steam hissing against the cold air of the outpost. He needed the tea, the specific, medicinal warmth of the dried roots to settle the chronic cough that had taken up residence in his chest three winters ago. He was forty-five, and the border had a way of aging a man faster than the calendar, etching the...

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