The Faded Frontier

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Elara. The name hung in the damp air of the corridor, spoken by her father with the weary weight of a man who had already calculated the cost of her silence. She stood by the window, watching the courtyard where the ancient oak stood, its bark weeping a thick, amber sap that looked less like resin and more like fresh blood pooling in the moss. The sickness had started in her joints three weeks...

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