The Faded Frontier

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The blood is red. It is so red it looks black in the dim light. You press your hand against the wound. The pain is a white noise. It drowns out the wind. You are in the tower. The walls are stone. The stone is wet. Who are you? You do not know. The name is gone. The rank is gone. Only the duty remains. You hold the sword. It is heavy. It is old. The hilt is worn smooth by hands that are not...

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