The Faded Frontier

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The notice was pinned to the door with a rusted nail: All stock to be surrendered by dawn. No exceptions. I read it twice, the ink smearing under my thumb. Outside, the sea fret was already swallowing the harbor, erasing the masts of the trawlers in a wall of wet grey mist. I am Orn Brandt, and I was not going to give them the saffron. The spice sat in the wooden chest behind the counter, a...

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