The Faded Frontier

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The ivy had begun to climb the interior walls of the basement archive, its tendrils thick and pale as veins beneath skin, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic hunger that matched the throb in my temples as I sat alone in the dim, dust-choked quiet. I was not supposed to be here at this hour, not since the incident with the ledger three days prior, yet the call of the green, the wet, organic breath of...

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