The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One "You are late, Brandt." The voice did not come from the mouth of the man standing in the doorway, but from the plaster itself, vibrating through the floorboards. Burkhard Brandt, forty-two, stood in the kitchen of the lighthouse, the air heavy with damp wool and iron. He held a grain jar, the seal still intact, its surface sweating condensation in the cold room. Outside, the rain...

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