The Faded Frontier
The stone of the Citadel of Oram did not sit upon the earth; it grew from it, a vast, calcified lung that expanded and contracted with the breath of centuries. Elias Thorne, forty-two and bent under the weight of his own invisibility, walked the corridor with the careful gait of a man trying not to wake the building. He was a clerk, a minor functionary in the ledger office, and his life was a...
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