The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-18 03:30:50 -

You wake in the stone. Cold. Wet. The smell of rotting oak and old iron. You are in the cellar of the House. No, not a cellar. A throat. You press your face to the damp brick. It is warm. It breathes. You know this. You have always known this. The city above is silent. It is a city of bells and bells and bells, but now only the wind. The wind screams through the spires. The spires are black....

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