The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-20 18:51:53 -

The rain has been falling for three days. It is a cold, industrial gray that soaks into the wool of your coat and settles deep in your bones. You are leaving the village of Oakhaven, a place that smells of wet slate and coal dust, where the chimneys stack into a sky that has forgotten the sun. You carry a satchel heavy with leather and iron, the tools of a man who repairs what is broken. But...

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