The Faded Frontier

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The road was mud. It was always mud. Elara walked. Her boots sank. She did not look up. The sky was a bruise of purple and gray. Rain fell like needles. She held the jar. It was glass. Thin. Fragile. Inside, the mist swirled. It was blue. It was cold. It was alive. She carried the breath of the dying. She carried the last sigh of the village. It was her burden. It was her gift. It was her...

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