The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-21 14:14:55 -

The blood was warm. It ran from my nose onto the white snow, mixing with the red mud of the arena floor. I wiped my face with a sleeve that smelled of iron and old sweat. Across the ring, Julian laughed. It was a bright, sharp sound, like a branch snapping in winter. He was not tall, but he moved with the heavy, deliberate grace of a man who owned the ground beneath his feet. He owned...

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