The Faded Frontier
Chapter One The causeway outside the jute mill groaned under the weight of the second tide, a brown sludge that swallowed the lower streets of the dome city every six hours, leaving only the elevated walkways dry. Ravi Chatterjee stood at his desk in the municipal registry, his fingers stained with the black ink that wept from the stone walls, a substance that smelled of iron and old paper. He...
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