The Faded Frontier

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You have walked for three days without rest, and the border is a wound in the earth. It is not a line drawn in chalk or a fence of wire. It is a gap. A silence where the air tastes of iron and old blood. You are a Warden of the Threshold, and your duty is to stand in that silence and ensure nothing crosses. Not a mouse. Not a shadow. Not a soul. Your boots are heavy with the mud of the...

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