The Faded Frontier

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The dream began with the taste of ash on the tongue, a dry, metallic scorch that coated the back of Clara’s throat before she had even opened her eyes. She was lying on the cold stone floor of the Grand Hall, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old dust, her fingers buried in a pile of shattered porcelain shards. They were not just broken; they were dissolved, the glaze melting into a...

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