The Faded Frontier

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The cold had burst the pipes in the Ministry of Anomalous Records long before Eleni Papathanasiou reached the door, but the building held its breath, a sealed lung of brick and concrete that smelled of wet wool and old paper. She stood on the pavement, the rain slicking her hair to her skull, watching the steam rise from the grates where the water had finally given way. Inside, the tide clock...

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