The Faded Frontier
The tower stood alone on the cliff. The stone was old. The wind was cold. Elias stood by the window. He held a book. The pages were yellow. He was a scholar. He knew the history. He knew the magic. He did not know the end. The door creaked open. A figure stepped in. It was Julian. Julian was his student. Julian was his friend. Julian held a sword. The blade was dull. The hilt was wrapped in...
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