The Faded Frontier

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The spoon, heavy and black with the residue of a thousand failed distillations, scraped the bottom of the iron cauldron, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration of the metal travel up his wrist and settle, cold and insistent, in the marrow of his bone. He did not look up; he was too busy watching the liquid, which was not water, nor oil, nor any substance catalogued in the municipal alchemical...

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