The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-17 15:04:11 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone, a scent that had settled into the floorboards so deeply it was no longer a smell but a memory, a physical weight that pressed against the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s throat. He stood by the window, his hand resting on the hilt of his ceremonial saber, the metal cold against his palm, a small, sharp anchor in a sea of swirling silk and...

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