The Faded Photograph

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The mist clings to the valley floor like a shroud that refuses to be torn, and you stand at the edge of the weir, the cold seeping through the wool of your tunic until it settles into the marrow of your bones, a heavy, ancient weight that mirrors the silence of the stones around you. You are the warden of this border, a man whose duty is not to guard against armies but against the creeping,...

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