The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-20 05:38:00 -

The storm came in sideways. It was not rain, but a bruised purple mist that swallowed the valley whole. Caelen stood on the ridge, his boots sinking into the wet slate. He was old. The skin on his face was like dried leather, mapped with the cracks of a century he had not lived, yet his body hummed with a strange, cold fire. He held the Sword of Silence. It was a jagged thing, black iron that...

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