The Faded Frontier
The iron gate of the Palace of the Silent Crown does not creak; it groans, a low, tectonic shudder that vibrates through the soles of your boots and settles heavy in the marrow of your bones. You stand before it, your hand resting on the cold, oxidized metal, feeling the pulse of the kingdom’s anxiety beat against the surface like a trapped bird. You are not a man in the way the courtiers...
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