The Faded Frontier

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The mud of the riverbank tasted of iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coated my tongue as I spat the silt into the grey water. I was knee-deep in the cold current, the weight of my pikestaff heavy in hands that had forgotten how to tremble, while across the water, the men of Lord Blackwood’s guard stood like statues carved from oak and malice. There were three of them, and their armor...

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