The Faded Frontier

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The needle pierces the silk, pulling a thread of gold through the weave with a sound like a dry bone cracking. You do not look up from the frame, your eyes fixed on the tension of the fabric, the way the light catches the fraying edge of the hem where Julian’s name was once embroidered in a script so fine it vanished with the rest of him. The workshop is cold, a damp chill that seeps through...

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