The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-19 07:47:40 -

The ink is still wet on the parchment you hold, and it smells of iron and old blood. You are standing in the center of the square in Oakhaven, the town that smells of damp wool and fear, and you are trying to remember if you are the man who wrote this or the man who is reading it. Your hands are shaking. They always shake when the words start to bleed off the page and into the air. You have...

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