The Faded Frontier

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The rain does not fall so much as it is extracted from the sky, a slow, bruised weeping that soaks the flagstones of the Grand Antechamber. You stand there, your uniform immaculate despite the deluge, your hands clasped before you in a posture of rigid, ceremonial stillness. You are Captain Elias Thorne, and you are dying. Or rather, you are being unmade. The pressure sits in your chest, a...

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