The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray mist that swallowed the world in a slow, suffocating embrace. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the jagged cliff, the wind tugging at his wool coat, and watched the ship disappear into the fog. It was a departure without ceremony, a severing of ties that felt less like a choice and more like a wound that had finally...
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