The Faded Frontier

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The ink on the parchment did not dry; it breathed. It pulsed with a faint, rhythmic luminescence that matched the heartbeat of the man holding it, a pulse that had beaten for forty years in the shadowed, moss-eaten corridors of the Obsidian Keep, a fortress that existed in the liminal space between the living world and the grave, where the air tasted of copper and old dust and the light never...

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