The Faded Frontier

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The frost had settled upon the stone floors of the Citadel of Saint Jude like a burial shroud, cold and absolute in its coverage. Commander Silas Vane stood before the Great Hall’s arched entryway, his breath pluming in the thin, stale air that circulated through the medieval corridors. He was a man carved from the same grey granite as the fortress itself, rigid and enduring, yet bearing the...

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