The Faded Frontier

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The hand of Sir Aldric closed around the hilt of his sword, not to draw it, but to steady his trembling fingers against the cold iron pommel, a small, practical act that did nothing to stop the smell of rot rising from the throne. King Emeric sat within the stone seat, his flesh having begun to fuse with the granite, a slow, magical decay that spread with every shallow breath he took, the air...

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