The Faded Frontier

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The sky cracked. It did not rain. It fractured. A sound like tearing sheet metal rolled across the valley, splitting the horizon into jagged shards of violet and gold. The world did not end. It broke. Elara stood on the ridge. She held the Prism. It was a small thing, no larger than a walnut, cut from a stone that did not exist in any catalog. It was heavy. It was cold. It was the only solid...

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