The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain stitching the sky to the mud outside the window of the Old Hall. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Elara sat on the floorboards, her back against the cold oak of the library door. She was twelve, small for her age, with hair the color of dried blood. She held a quill in her hand, the ink stained to...

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