The Faded Frontier

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The rain had not stopped in three days. It fell in a grey, persistent sheet against the high, arched windows of the Watchtower, turning the stone floor into a slick mirror that reflected the candlelight in trembling, fractured gold. Sir Elias Thorne stood before the glass, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had seen more winters than he had. The blade was dull, pitted by rust and use,...

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