The Faded Frontier

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The wind did not howl in the Iron Ward; it screamed, a thin, high-pitched keen that scraped against the ancient stone walls and found the cracks in Elias Thorne’s composure. He stood before the heavy oak doors of the High Council chamber, his sword hilt slick with sweat, his knuckles white as bone as he demanded the immediate release of his twelve-year-old son, Julian. Behind the double doors,...

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