The Faded Frontier

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The Black Cloak hangs on your back, a heavy thing of woven shadow that smells of old blood and damp earth. You are Elias, forty years old, a scribe in the high castle of Oakhaven, and you want to burn it. The relic whispers your sins to you in the dark, a low, rhythmic thrumming that keeps you awake, forcing you to confront the theft of the Duke’s ledger that you committed in a moment of...

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