The Faded Frontier

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You wake in the damp silence of the hall, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old stone, and you realize that you have been walking for a very long time, so long that your feet have forgotten the sensation of the ground and now remember only the rhythm of the step, a metronome ticking in the hollow of your chest. This is the House of St. Jude, or so the elders call it, a place that...

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