The Faded Frontier

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The road was a scar of red dirt. It cut through the mist like a wound that refused to close. Silas walked. His boots were heavy. They were caked in mud and memory. He carried a sword. It was not steel. It was bone. It was white and warm. It hummed against his thigh. The hum was low. It was the sound of a dying breath. He was not alone. Eleanor walked beside him. She wore a dress of grey wool....

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