The Faded Frontier

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The dream was always the same. Mara stood at the edge of the river, her linen dress dissolving into white mist, her face a blank smear of memory. Elias Wren woke gasping, the damp chill of the millstone pressing against his back. It was 1342, and the winter solstice was three days away. He needed the lease. Without it, the debt collectors would take the mill, the grain, and Mara. He dressed in...

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