The Faded Frontier
The fog rolled in from the coast. It tasted of iron and salt. It filled the hall of the Ashworth estate. Elias stood by the window. He watched the gray wall swallow the trees. His hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was the problem. The house was old. It breathed. The walls groaned with the weight of history. Outside, the cannons fired. They were far away. But the sound hit the...
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