The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-19 19:55:12 -

The air in the throne room smelled of wet wool and old iron. I stood there, my boots sinking slightly into the damp stone, holding the thing in my hands. It was a bird, or what was left of one. A hawk, mostly, though its feathers had turned the color of rust and ash. It was heavy, heavier than it should have been for something so small. My wife, Elara, had given it to me three days ago when I...

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