The Faded Frontier

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The air tasted of copper and rot. Elara pressed her back against the wet stone. Breath came in sharp, jagged shards. Her hands were full of green. Not soil. Moss. Thick, heavy, pulsing moss that grew from the cracks in the wall. It was spreading. It was hungry. "Stop it," she whispered. The moss did not stop. It crept over her wrist. It bit into the skin. It wanted to be part of her. It wanted...

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