The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a slow, viscous drainage of grey sorrow that seeped into the pores of the ancient stone walls of the citadel until the very mortar seemed to weep with the weight of centuries, and I stood there, in the center of the great hall where the banners had long since rotted into tatters of mud and memory, holding the iron key that had been...

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