The Faded Frontier

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the moors into a soup of mud and rot, and it was in this suffocating damp that Thomas Bradshaw first noticed the wailing from the hollow beneath the castle walls. He stood at the edge of the court, his hands bound not by rope but by the sheer, crushing weight of his own guilt, and watched as the court jester, a man...

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