The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-20 02:38:36 -

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, greedy sound. It was thick and black, caking the laces, turning every step into a labor of extraction. I stood on the ridge, breathing hard. The air tasted of iron and rot. Below, the valley was a churn of grey smoke and screaming horses. We were the Iron Guard. That is what they called us in the ledgers. That is what the brass believed. We were a...

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