The Faded Frontier

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The Abbot’s voice cut through the roar of the feast hall, sharp as a knife against the taut skin of the drum. "Elias." The name hung in the smoky air, heavy with a weight that had nothing to do with the roasted goose or the dark, thick ale that pooled in your belly. You looked up, your fingers stained black to the second knuckle, the ink of your labor seeping into the whorls of your skin like a...

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