The Faded Frontier

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The mist rolls in from the black water, thick as wool and heavy with the smell of rotting kelp, and you walk into it without looking back, because looking back is a luxury that costs too much in this place where the air tastes of iron and old blood. You are the Seeker, though the title feels like a coat that doesn’t fit, too large and too thin for the cold that has settled into your marrow....

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