The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-21 09:39:49 -

The rain fell like a curse. It soaked the cobblestones of Oakhaven. The mud turned to soup. Aldous stood at the gate. His cloak was heavy. It was gray. It was old. The wool had bled. The dye ran in streaks. Like blood. Like rust. He held it tight. He held it to his chest. It was the only thing he had left. From his brother. From his father. From the dead. "Go away," said the Mayor. The Mayor...

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