The Faded Frontier

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The mud of the King’s Orchard was not merely wet earth; it was a living, breathing entity, slick and dark as spilled ink, swallowing the boots of Captain Elias Thorne as he stood amidst the broken branches of the ancient yew trees. The air tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat, and the silence of the courtyard was so profound it felt heavy, pressing...

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