The Faded Frontier
The wall fell. Not with a roar. With a sigh. Dust choked the air. It was fine. Like ash. Like snow. I watched it settle on my coat. I stood in the breach. The Gate was open. Or rather, it was gone. The stone had crumbled into powder. The mechanism had failed. Or perhaps it had succeeded. I was not sure. The city of Ostrava was below. The lights were on. The hum of electricity was a low drone. A...
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