The Faded Frontier

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The dream is always the same, a fence line burning in a wind that has no source, the heat so intense it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eyelids. You wake with the taste of ash on your tongue, your breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps that fill the small, damp room of your boarding house in Blackwood. It is three in the morning, the hour when the Blackwood Ironworks hums its...

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