The Faded Frontier
You wake in the cold. The fog is thick. It tastes of iron. You do not know where you are. The ground is hard. It is black dirt. It is old dirt. You lie on your back. Your chest heaves. The air is heavy. It presses down on you. You feel a weight. It is not on your chest. It is inside you. It is a stone. A large, dark stone. It sits in your belly. It is cold. You try to move. Your limbs are...
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