The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-18 23:57:47 -

The feast had not ended; it had merely calcified into a thick, amber resin that trapped the guests in a state of perpetual, drunken suspension, where the clinking of silverware on porcelain sounded less like a meal being served and more like the ticking of a clock counting down to a silence that had no end. You stood at the center of this suspended moment, your gown a heavy thing of brocade...

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