The Faded Frontier

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The ink was dry. It sat on the parchment like a dead beetle. Black. Still. Elias stared at it. His hand trembled. He could feel the weight of the quill in his mind. It was a heavy thing. A cruel thing. He was a Warden. Not of walls. Of words. The room smelled of dust and old paper. The air was thick. It pressed against his chest. He could not breathe easily. The light came from a single window....

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