The Faded Frontier

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The iron bangles on your wrists are cold, a weight that has settled into the marrow of your bones over the last three nights. You sit in the center of the stone chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp moss and old blood. The walls are not merely stone; they are breathing. You can see the faint, rhythmic pulse of the mortar, a slow, gray heartbeat that matches the thud of your own heart....

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