The Faded Frontier

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The rain hit the stone. It fell in sheets. Cold. Wet. The castle was a mouth. It swallowed the light. Inside, the air tasted of iron. And old blood. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the wall. He did not move. His hands were still. His eyes were open. He looked at the object on the table. A brooch. Silver. Tarnished. It sat in a velvet case. The case was red. The red was fading. Brown now. Like...

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