The Faded Frontier

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The letter from the Duke’s office sat on the workbench, the ink still wet, demanding the mantle by the solstice. You read it twice, the paper thin and brittle in your cold fingers. The threat was implicit in the bureaucratic tone: fail, and your tenure ends. You are Elias Thorne, a textile conservator, and you have spent four years studying the fibers of the medieval wool cloak that hangs in...

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