The Faded Frontier

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The iron in your boot pulls at the earth with a low, rhythmic thud as you climb the muddy slope toward the monastery of St. Jude. It is the year 1347, and the air smells of wet stone and rot, a scent that clings to the wool of your inquisitor’s coat. You are Elias, thirty years old, and you have come here not for God, but for the King’s seal, for the promotion that will finally lift you out of...

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