The Faded Frontier

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You are walking, and you have always been walking, though the path beneath your boots seems to unravel like wet paper under the weight of your treads. The air is thick with the scent of rotting pine and old rain, a perfume so heavy it sits on your tongue like a second skin. You are a man of the law, or so the badge on your chest insists, a cold iron circle that burns against your sternum with...

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