The Faded Frontier
The rain fell in sheets, a cold, metallic curtain that blurred the world into a smear of grey and rust. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the village square, his boots sinking into the mud that had once been cobblestone. He did not look up. He watched the water pool around his ankles, a dark mirror reflecting the bruised sky. The noise of the protest was a physical weight, a low...
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