The Faded Frontier
The wind cuts through the wool of your coat, a sharp, technical precision that makes your fingers twitch. You are Elias, forty-two, a master cartographer for the Royal Survey, and you are walking the jagged edge of the new territory. The ground is frozen, hard as iron, and every step sends a jolt up your legs that settles in your hands as a tremor. You want to finalize the border map before the...
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