The Faded Frontier

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a thin, gray sheet over the valley of Oakhaven, turning the cobblestones slick and the air thick with the scent of wet wool and decay. Elias stood in the center of his small room, watching the water bead on the windowpane. He was a man of few words, his face carved by years of service and silence. He wore the uniform of the King’s Guard,...

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