The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-22 12:22:12 -

The letter is light, lighter than a feather, yet it weighs more than the iron gate behind me. I have carried it for three days, tucked inside the lining of my coat, where the paper has softened with the damp of my breath. My father, Thomas Ashworth, stood at the door this morning, his face a mask of grey exhaustion, and told me to go. He did not say goodbye. He did not say I love you. He simply...

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