The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a vertical curtain of grey silt that erased the horizon and turned the ancient, moss-eaten walls of the Citadel into a single, breathing organism of stone and shadow, and I stood there, soaked to the bone, my hand trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, electric hum that rose from the ground beneath my boots, a vibration that I had spent...
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