The Faded Frontier

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The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust or old velvet, as one might expect in a place so steeped in the weight of centuries, but rather of crushed rose petals and the metallic tang of a coin just struck, a scent that clung to the back of Maelis’s throat and refused to be swallowed. He stood at the edge of the circular dais, his fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped up...

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