The Faded Frontier
The bell in the tower of the Hall of Whispers did not ring to mark the hour, but to mark the breaking of the world, a sound so heavy and so final that it cracked the very air and left a taste of iron and ash in your mouth, for you had been standing there, in the cold and the damp and the silence that had swallowed all hope, waiting for the verdict that would seal your fate and the fate of the...
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