The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-24 00:57:32 -

The glass was warm. That was the first thing I noticed, not the smell of rot, but the heat radiating from the vial in my palm, a pulse distinct from my own. I had been a scribe for twelve years in the walled city of Oren, copying the Magistrate’s edicts with ink that never smudged, and in all that time I had never touched something that breathed. My brother, Thomas, lay in the sickbed three...

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