The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-19 06:18:20 -

The fog does not roll in here; it stands, thick and white as boiled milk, pressing against the glass of the carriage window until the world outside is nothing but a suggestion, a ghost of the place you left behind. You sit with your hands clasped, the leather of your gloves worn thin at the knuckles, feeling the vibration of the engine not as a sound but as a dull ache in your teeth. You are a...

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