The Faded Frontier

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The iron gate of the abbey groaned open, a sound like a dying beast, and you stepped into the courtyard where the air tasted of damp stone and centuries of unspoken regrets. It was a place suspended in the amber of a perpetual twilight, the kind of hour that exists only in the deep heart of winter or in the minds of those who have forgotten how to sleep. You had come here seeking the truth,...

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