The Faded Frontier

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The parchment is brittle, smelling of dried blood and iron filings. You run your thumb over the edge, where the seal has cracked. It is a summons from the Obsidian Court, dated three days hence, demanding your presence before the High Inquisitor. You are Elias, forty-two, a scribe of the lower rank, and your hands are steady as you fold the paper. You have wanted to finish the King’s ledger by...

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