The Faded Frontier

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The knife broke. My hand bled. The stone floor was cold. I stood. I looked at the man. He was tall. He wore iron. I did not. I held the hilt. The blade was gone. The metal was dull. The air was thick. It smelled of rust. It smelled of old blood. We were in the hall. The hall was dark. Only one candle burned. It flickered low. It gave weak light. Shadows moved on the walls. The shadows were...

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