The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-22 05:21:05 -

The dream was always the same: a stone tower, black against a sky of churning violet, its windows weeping molten gold. Silas Vane woke in the small hours of November, the cold of the border post biting through his wool blanket, the sound of the wind howling against the timber frame of his quarters. He was forty years old, a border marshal with two decades of service etched into the lines of his...

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