The Faded Frontier

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The silence in the Hollow of the Ash was not an absence of sound but a heavy, wet substance that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow, a thickening fog that tasted of copper and old rain, and within this suffocating quiet, Thomas Bradshaw sat alone on the precipice of the world, his back against a tree that had no name in any language he knew, a tree whose bark was the color...

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