The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-24 21:44:46 -

"Silas, you have stolen from the public trust." The words hang in the air, heavy as wet clay. You stand in the center of the square, your badge catching the pale morning light. Silas, the young baker, leans against the doorframe of the mill, flour dusting his hair like early snow. He does not look afraid. He looks amused. Behind you, the town of Oakhaven holds its breath. They are waiting to...

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