The Faded Frontier

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The quill in my hand feels less like a writing instrument and more like a splinter of bone, its nib scratching against the heavy, cream-colored parchment with a sound that grates against the silence of the stone keep, a silence so thick it tastes of stale dust and cold iron, and as I press the ink into the fiber, I am writing to Lord Vane, begging for a transfer to the city, driven by a primal,...

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