The Faded Frontier
The iron gate of the chateau did not creak when it opened, which was the first thing that felt wrong to Elias, for he had spent the last decade in a world where every hinge screamed its rust and every door groaned under the weight of its own decay, but here the mechanism slid on oil and silence, smooth as a lie, and he stood in the courtyard with his hands still shaking from the cold, holding...
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