The Faded Frontier

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The mist did not lift so much as it dissolved, revealing the black spine of the mountain road like a bone pushed through skin. Sir Alistair Vane stood at the edge of the precipice, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that had not seen battle in thirty years. He was not here to fight. He was here to watch the trees die. For a decade, the ancient oaks of the Blackwood had been bleeding. It...

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