The Faded Frontier

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The parchment was thin, translucent as onion skin, and it smelled of the damp cellar where you had stored it for three weeks. You held it up to the single tallow candle, your fingers stained black with crushed moonpetal and the rust-brown sludge of iron root. The decree from Elder Silas was written in a hand that was neat, severe, and utterly devoid of mercy. It stated that the brewing of...

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