The Faded Frontier

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the tribunal room, heavy and wet, spoken by the Chief Inspector with a flatness that stripped it of any warmth it might have held. I sat in the wooden chair, my hands resting on the splintered arms, feeling the grain bite into my palms. The room smelled of stale coffee and the metallic tang of fear. Outside, the wind tore at the windowpanes, a constant,...

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