The Faded Frontier
The iron gate of the Keep did not close behind me; it merely ceased to exist in my perception, a heavy, rusted thing that had held back the world for a hundred years, now dissolved into the grey mist that clung to the stones like a second skin. I stood in the courtyard, the dampness seeping through the wool of my tunic, and I felt the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums, a...
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