The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-25 03:43:12 -

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a persistent, grey veil that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors of the surrounding rot. Silas Thorne sat in the dim study, the door barred against the draft, his hands wrapped around a letter that had been waiting on his desk for three days. He was a constable, a man of the law, yet the law in this town was a mask worn by the...

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