The Faded Frontier

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You leave the village not with a farewell, but with a silence that has grown teeth. The air in the courtyard is thick with the scent of wet wool and woodsmoke, and you feel the eyes of the neighbors on your back, a heavy, invisible weight that presses against your spine. You are an exile, though you never asked for the title. The border guards at the gate do not check your papers; they check...

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