The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-17 11:51:40 -

The train shrieked its arrival into the valley of Ashgrove, a sound like a dying bird, and I stepped off onto the platform with the taste of coal smoke and iron on my tongue. The air here was thick, heavy with the scent of wet wool and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay that clung to the old stone houses. I had come to this forgotten corner of the world not out of longing, but out of a...

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