The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall; it struck. It hammered against the slate roof of the old manor, a relentless, deafening drumroll that drowned out the wind. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and extinguished candles. Elias stood by the fireplace, his hands trembling as he held the cloak. It was a heavy thing, woven from a dark, dense fabric that seemed to absorb the light. It had...

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