The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-20 11:51:25 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted garlic and old wine. You sat at the head of the table, a long oak slab scarred by decades of use. The room was filled with men who wore their skepticism like tailored suits. They watched you. They did not speak. Their silence was a weight, heavier than the gold plate before them. You were a restorer. That was the title on your business card. A craftsman of...

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