The Faded Frontier

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The road up to the manor was not merely a path but a wound in the earth, a scar of red clay that bled into the fog. You walked it because your legs remembered the route before your mind did, a biological imperative stronger than the fear that sat in your chest like a cold stone. The manor of House Vane stood at the top of the hill, a silhouette of blackened oak and slate that seemed to breathe...

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