The Faded Frontier

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The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate smelled of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the sharp, metallic tang of impending violence. It was a feast held not for joy, but for the sealing of a pact that would bind the village of Blackwood to the encroaching dark for another decade. Sir Julian Ashworth sat at the head of the long oak table, his face a mask of polite exhaustion, while his daughter,...

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