The Faded Frontier

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The dampness of the border town, Harrowgate, does not merely settle into the stones; it breathes, a slow, tidal exhalation that rises from the cobbled streets and seeps into the marrow of anyone who has lived here long enough to forget the sun, and you, Elias, have lived here for twenty years, long enough to know that the grain tithe is not just a tax but a covenant, a sacred exchange of flesh...

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