The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One "Pour it," said Father Anselm, his voice flat as the January thaw outside. Imelda Guzmán did not look up. The glass vial in her hand trembled, not from cold, but from the weight of the amber liquid inside, a tincture that smelled of rotting orchards and old paper. She was a scholar of medieval texts, a woman who had spent forty-two years decoding the silences of the dead, and now...

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