The Faded Frontier
The dream was always the same: a fortress of grey stone rising from a sea of white mist, its towers piercing the low, bruised clouds, and in the center of the courtyard, a crack widening in the flagstones like a wound that refused to heal. Elara Vance woke with the taste of chalk and old iron on her tongue, the damp cold of the village of Oakhaven seeping into her bones through the thin walls...
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