The Faded Frontier
The rain had stopped, but the mud remained. It clung to my boots, heavy and black, like the blood of the earth itself. I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the valley where the castle sat. It was a ruin of stone and silence. I had come to find my brother, Elias. Or what was left of him. The orders had been clear. The King’s men were to secure the border. To stop the incursions. But...
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