The Faded Frontier

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Act I Ralph Cranfield had never been a man who trusted the quiet, and so when the bell of the knife sharpener rang out from the street below, cutting through the humid stillness of the archive, he felt a cold prickle at the base of his neck that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. The room was a cavern of unfiled boxes, the dust hanging in the slanting afternoon light like suspended...

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