The Faded Frontier

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The smell of sulfur and rotting straw is the first thing that greets you in the infirmary, a thick, cloying fog that settles into the pores of your skin and refuses to wash away. You are Elias, a scribe of thirty years, and your hands are shaking so violently that the quill scratches a jagged line across the parchment before you can even form a letter. This is the year 1348, and the Abbey of...

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