The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-19 16:32:09 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, and you stood in the courtyard of the Ashworth manor, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like an anchor, tethering you to a body that was slowly dissolving into the mist. The gates were locked from the outside, a heavy oak barrier...

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