The Faded Frontier

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The toll is due, Elias Thorne. The voice came from the shadows of the overhang, rough and dry like sand dragged over gravel. Elias did not turn. He kept his eyes on the merchant’s cart, which sat stalled on the mud-slicked approach to the Ironwood Pass. The wind was picking up, a cold gust that rattled the loose planks of the toll booth and kicked up silt against the stone walls. Elias looked...

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