The Faded Frontier

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My left pinky snapped with a sound like a dry twig breaking, the pain a white spike driving through the bone as I pressed the ledger shut. I looked at the High Minister, his face a mask of bored authority, and saw the crack spreading up my wrist, the magic of the court seeping into the flesh. "The mirror is intact," I had said, my voice steady despite the screaming in my hand, because in this...

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