The Faded Frontier

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The mist that rolled off the River Acheron did not behave like water, for it had the weight of old stone and the silence of a grave, clinging to the boots of Captain Elias Thorne as he stood upon the crumbling parapet of the Blackwood Gate. It was a time before the calendars had learned to count days, when the borders of the realm were drawn not in ink but in blood and bone, and the air itself...

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