The Faded Frontier

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The letter lay on the stone table, the seal of the Warden broken and discarded, the ink still wet as if the words had been spilled only moments before. You read it twice, the parchment rough against your thumb, the decree clear and absolute: you were to remain in the archive until the tribunal at dawn, for the safety of the Order and the preservation of the record. The air in the room did not...

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