The Faded Frontier

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The fire in the hearth of the Great Hall of Eldoria did not burn; it breathed. It was a living thing, a pulsating heart of amber and rust, fed by the souls of those who had failed to cross the Rubicon of the old laws. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, intoxicating weight of the moment. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar...

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