The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain drawn by invisible hands to hide the world from itself. Elias stood at the edge of the moor, his boots sinking into the peat that smelled of ancient rot and iron. He was a soldier, though his uniform had long since faded to the color of the mud beneath his feet. The kingdom had sent him here not to conquer, but to guard. To...
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