The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a grey curtain drawn tight against the jagged spine of the White Peaks. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots caked in the red clay of the highlands, and watched his brother, Silas, walk away into the mist. There was no farewell, only the rhythmic thud of Silas’s boots on the wet stone, a sound that seemed to echo inside Elias’s...

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