The Faded Frontier
Chapter One Tovar Eland had served twenty-three years on the Rope Walk, a debt paid in labor that left his joints stiff and his left hand swollen. The sleet did not fall; it struck, a physical weight that turned the high desert path into a treacherous slide of ice and grit. He adjusted the strap of his pack, feeling the familiar ache in his shoulder, and kept moving toward the ferry crossing....
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