The Faded Frontier

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The mist in the valley of Ashenmere did not rise so much as it breathed, a slow, rhythmic exhalation of the earth itself that settled into the crooks of my elbows and the hollows of my spine with the weight of wet wool, and I stood there in the center of the ancient orchard, my boots sinking into the moss that had been growing since before my grandfather’s grandfather drew his first breath,...

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