The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-21 14:36:02 -

The rain falls like a verdict. It is cold, metallic, and relentless against the stone of the High Wall. You are on the parapet. Your hands are slick with mud and old blood. The enemy is not below. The enemy is within the mortar, in the shifting geometry of the bricks, in the slow, grinding decay that you have sworn to hold back. You are the Warden. You are the exile who came from the lowlands...

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