The Faded Frontier

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I left the letter on the table. It was thick. It was sealed with red wax. I did not sign it. The castle stood in the mist. The stones were cold. The air was heavy. It tasted of iron. I wore my armor. It was heavy. It was old. It had served me well. It had saved me once. It would not save me now. I walked to the gate. The guards stood there. They did not look at me. They knew what I was. They...

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