The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-19 01:51:41 -

The ash fell like snow. It was white and fine, coating the cobblestones of the old industrial town, settling in the creases of our uniforms, filling the lungs with a taste of burnt sugar and iron. I stood at the edge of the quarantine line, my rifle slung low across my chest. The air was thick with the hum of the machines. They were everywhere now. The Great Engines. They had been built to...

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