The Faded Frontier

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The sky split open above the valley of Kael, not with thunder, but with a sound like a tearing sheet, a wet, fibrous rip that sent the birds falling silent and still. I stood in the middle of the wheat field, the stalks brushing against my shins, and watched the horizon dissolve into a haze of amber dust and violet smoke. It was the day the Old King died, or so the bells claimed, though no body...

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