The Faded Frontier
The iron door slammed shut. Dust rained down. It coated Elias’s tongue. He coughed. The sound was dry. A rattle in the chest. He wiped his face. The dust was gray. It tasted of old stone. And something else. Something sweet. Rot. The air was thick. It pressed against his skin. Like a hand. Heavy. Unyielding. He stood in the center of the hall. The ceiling was high. Broken beams jutted out. Like...
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