The Faded Frontier

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You dream of the tower, not as it stands in the grey morning light of the city, but as it was when the air around it still hummed with the static of a world that had not yet learned to be cruel. In the dream, the stone is warm, breathing, a living thing that knows your name before you speak it. You are a mason, though you have not laid a brick in forty years, and your hands are young again,...

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