The Faded Frontier

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The dream began not with a sound, but with a taste, a thick and cloying sweetness that coated the back of Marguerite’s tongue, heavy as molten amber. She woke in the high-ceilinged chamber of the Palace of Silences, the air thin and cold against her skin, and found that she was holding a small, obsidian vial. The liquid inside was not dark, as one might expect, but a vibrant, pulsing violet,...

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