The Faded Frontier
The iron bit bites into your mouth, tasting of blood and rust, while the world outside your visor dissolves into a smear of mud and screaming, the rhythmic thunder of hooves against the pommel of your saddle vibrating through your spine until you cannot tell where your bones end and the horse’s begin. You are not a man in this moment, you are a mechanism of steel and sinew, a cog in the...
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