The Faded Frontier

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The feast began at dusk. Candles burned low. The air smelled of wax and fear. Thomas stood at the edge of the hall. He was ten years old. He wore a tunic that fit too well. It was the color of dried blood. The King sat high on the throne. His face was pale. His eyes did not blink. They were black pits. They drank the light. Thomas looked away. He looked at the floor. The floor was stone. It was...

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