The Faded Frontier

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The ice came first. It did not fall from the sky. It grew from the earth. Silent. White. Absolute. Thomas stood by the window. He held his sword. The blade was warm. The air was cold. The frost crept over the glass. It formed shapes. Faces. Hands. He did not blink. He did not breathe. The house was old. Stone. Oak. Built by his father. Built by his father’s father. A fortress against the dark....

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