The Faded Frontier

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The paper was thin, translucent in the gray light of the cell, and it smelled of damp wool and old blood. I held it up, my fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer, stupid weight of what it contained. It was a list. Names. Dates. Debts. At the bottom, in a hand I knew as well as my own, was the name Thomas Bradshaw. Beside it, a sum that would break a man’s back before it broke his...

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