The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-18 17:55:32 -

The dream always began with the taste of iron and honey, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat before I could even open my eyes. In the dream, I was not yet the man who stood in the shadow of the Great Hall, nor the man who had crossed the sea to escape the hunger of the lowlands. I was a boy, and the air was thick with the scent of roasting fat and crushed rosemary. I remember...

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