The Faded Frontier

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The road was not a road. It was a vein. It pulsed beneath the mud. It throbbed against the roots of the ancient oaks. The air tasted of iron and old rain. Wren walked. He was small. His boots were thin. The soles had worn through. His feet bled on the dark earth. He did not care. He only watched the blood. It mixed with the mud. It made a slurry. A dark paste. He was not alone. Behind him...

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