The Faded Frontier

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The bone in my left knee cracked not with a sound of breaking, but with the wet, dull thud of a river stone being crushed beneath a boot, a sensation that traveled up my thigh and settled in the marrow of my spine like a cold, persistent fog. I was walking south through the valley of the Ashwood, where the air was thick with the scent of burnt pine and the metallic tang of ozone, a landscape...

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