The Faded Frontier

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The iron bit tasted of rust. My mouth was full of blood. The creature had me by the throat. It was a shadow that breathed. It was a man who was not a man. He smelled of wet earth and old coins. I did not fight. I let my knees buckle. The dark pressed in. "Let go, Silas," I whispered. My voice was a thread. It snapped. He did not let go. He tightened his grip. The shadows coiled around my limbs....

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