The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-22 05:45:59 -

The fire in the hearth was high enough to sing. You watched the sparks rise. They danced like frantic souls. They wanted out. You kept them in. "Drink, Master," said Thomas. His voice was wet. Thick with wine. You did not drink. You held your cup. You let the warmth seep into your palms. The hall was full. Men and women. Smells of roast meat and sweat. The air was heavy. It pressed against your...

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