The Faded Frontier

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The rain had not stopped in the valley of Cwm-Isaf for forty days, and the mud had turned into a thick, breathing paste that swallowed the boots of anyone who dared to walk the lower paths. Elara Vance stood in the center of the library, a room that smelled of wet wool, decaying paper, and the metallic tang of old blood, her fingers stained indigo from the ink she used to transcribe the...

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