The Faded Frontier

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The ink did not dry; it breathed. Elias pressed his thumb against the parchment, feeling the wet pulse of the glyph beneath his skin. It was a script of the Old Order, a language of jagged, angular lines that seemed to shift when viewed from the corner of the eye. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that shook from the cold and a cough that rattled in his chest like a loose stone. The...

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