The Faded Frontier

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The hammer struck the anvil, a dull, heavy thud that vibrated up through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots and into his knees. He did not look up. His hands, wrapped in leather gloves that had stiffened with sweat and soot, adjusted the tongs holding the glowing iron, and the shadow behind him, stretched long and thin by the low sun of the afternoon, adjusted with it, half a second too late....

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