The Faded Frontier

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The dream was not of a path, but of a wound in the earth, a long, red tear that pulsed with the rhythm of a dying heart, and Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron and old rain on his tongue, the air in the stone cottage of Oakhaven thick with the scent of decay and the silence of a grave. He sat up, the sheets tangled around his legs, and saw that the room was already dark, though it was...

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