The Faded Frontier

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I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream was already fading, a gray smear of mist and wolves, but the weight on my left hand remained. It was a solid, cold anchor against my skin. The Iron Bell. I sat up in the dark of our small cottage in Oakhaven. The fire in the hearth had died to embers. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the sleep, but the hum in the Bell was louder than...

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