The Faded Frontier

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The mud in the trench was cold enough to rot the skin, but Elias Thorne barely felt it, his eyes fixed instead on the fractured silver locket in his palm, the shards of which glowed with a faint, arterial red pulse as the wind howled through the shattered valley. He was thirty-two years old, a cartographer by trade and a ghost by habit, and he had been polishing this broken piece of his wife’s...

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