The Faded Frontier
The rain falls heavy on the slate roof of the shop, a relentless drumming that seems to echo the beating of your own heart, a steady, thudding pulse that you cannot quite silence. You stand before the great window, watching the grey water stream down the glass, blurring the view of the cobblestone street where the shadows of the passing soldiers stretch long and dark, distorted by the wet...
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