The Faded Frontier

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The axe bites into the pine bark. You feel the vibration travel up the haft, into your wrist, into the shoulder socket where the old injury still aches like a phantom limb. The wood splinters. It is loud. It is real. You are not dead yet. Elias stands ten paces away. He watches. He does not help. He holds a lantern, the flame steady despite the wind that howls through the valley like a wounded...

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