The Faded Frontier
The cart rattled over the cobblestones of Oakhaven, a sound like teeth grinding against bone, carrying Elias Thorne and his sister, Elara, toward the Spire. They were refugees of a forgotten war, their clothes frayed at the cuffs, their faces mapped with the dust of three provinces. In Elias’s hands, wrapped in oilskin that had once been bright yellow but now looked the color of old bruises,...
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