The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-19 05:36:57 -

The ink on your hands will not wash out, you are told, and you stand before the great oak desk in the scriptorium, the candlelight trembling in the glass of the window behind you, casting long, fractured shadows across the floor of cold stone. Brother Julian stands with his back to you, his white robes rustling like dry leaves in a wind that does not exist, and you feel the weight of the...

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