The Faded Frontier

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Bilal Siddiqui did not remember the taste of the first vial, only the cold weight of it in his palm, a fact that would haunt him until the mist took everything else. Chapter One The smell of wet wool and old paper hung heavy in the Archive of Lost Hours, thick enough to chew. Bilal stood before the woman, his hand hovering over the hilt of his blade, though he had not drawn it. The fog pressed...

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