The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-20 18:52:07 -

The rain fell on the city like a heavy, wet shroud. It was not water. It was memory. It was the sweat of the dead. And it was cold. Elias walked. His boots were wet. The mud sucked at his heels. He pulled his collar up. The wind bit through the wool. It bit through the skin. It bit through the bone. He did not stop. Stopping meant thinking. Thinking meant remembering. Remembering meant dying....

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