The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-21 20:55:30 -

You stand at the center of the table. The room is loud. It is a feast. There is wine in the glasses. It is red. It looks like blood. You do not drink. You watch the wine. It stays still. The people talk. They laugh. Their voices are sharp. They cut the air. "Drink, Thomas," says the man in the corner. His name is Silas. He is old. He has a cane. The cane is made of wood. It smells of oil. Silas...

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