The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-21 10:25:16 -

The hall smells of wet wool and iron. You stand at the edge of the feast. The candles gutter. They flicker like dying breaths. You are here to watch. You are the guard. You hold the door. The room is full of men. They laugh. Their laughter is thick. It clots in the air. You do not laugh. You look at your hands. They are steady. They are old. The skin is paper-thin. Beneath the skin, the bones...

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