The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-17 17:25:07 -

The mist clung to the roots of the white oaks. It tasted of iron and old rain. I walked. My steps were heavy. The ground softened beneath my boots. It was not earth. It was memory. I had been walking for days. Or perhaps years. Time had no teeth here. It could not bite. It could only erode. I sought the Grove. The map was a scrap of skin. It hung from my belt. It showed no roads. Only lines....

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