The Faded Frontier

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Silas. The voice came from the shadows of the high gallery, cold and thin as the wind that whistled through the broken panes of the Iron King’s court. It was not a question, but a summons, and it pulled Silas out of the dream where Elara’s face had been dissolving into ash, grain by grain, until there was nothing left but the smell of burnt hair. He blinked, the cold seeping into his bones, and...

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