The Faded Frontier

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The morning shift at the Grand Hall began not with the ringing of bells or the clatter of hooves, but with the hum of the ventilation system, a low-frequency thrum that vibrated in the teeth and settled in the marrow of the bone, a mechanical respiration that kept the air in the throne room sterile, cold, and perpetually stale. Commander Elias Thorne stood by the obsidian pillar, his posture...

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