The Faded Frontier

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The road is wet, and the mud clings to your boots with a desperate, sucking hold that feels less like earth and more like flesh. You are walking, or perhaps being dragged, through a forest that should not exist in this latitude, let alone in this century. The trees are pale, skeletal things, their bark smooth as bone, stretching up into a sky the color of bruised plums. You carry a basket on...

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