The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One Luigi Costa’s hands were already black with the mud of the riverbank when he found the tally stick. He had been dragging the silt away from the root of the poplar, a task that had eaten his morning and left his shoulders aching with a dull, rhythmic throb. The stick was short, notched to the hilt, the wood worn smooth by decades of thumbs. He turned it over in his grip, feeling the...

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