The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-18 13:32:07 -

The dream began not with light, but with the smell of wet stone and old iron, a scent that had seeped into the very marrow of my bones during the long, freezing winters of my boyhood, when the castle of Ashworth stood like a jagged tooth in the sky above the misty valley, a place where the air was so thick with the weight of centuries that it felt less like atmosphere and more like a liquid...

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