The Faded Frontier

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The grain in the tithe barns of the river kingdom was rotting in the damp, a heavy, sweet smell that clung to the wool of every clerk who walked the docks. The flood officers moved through the mud with their boots caked in silt, arguing over levee heights while the short winter light failed early, turning the water to hammered iron. I stood by the window of the dye-house office, my hands...

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