The Faded Frontier

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Una Toshach had been inspecting the warp threads of the loom for eleven years when the blood began to seep from her left palm, a slow, steady weep that turned her ledger pages into a map of red veins, and she knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has seen too many winters, that the Board would use this not as a sign of illness but as proof of her instability, a moral defect that justified...

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