The Faded Frontier
The feast was loud. It was a roar of plates clinking and wine sloshing, a cacophony that vibrated in the teeth. Elias stood in the center of the long hall, holding a glass of amber liquid he did not drink. He watched the dust motes dance in the shafts of light cutting through the high windows. The light was thin. It was the light of a time that had no name, a time that felt both ancient and...
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