The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-25 07:23:46 -

The first thing I felt was the smell of wet rot, thick and cloying, rising from the soil of the ancestral hall. It was a scent I had known for forty-two years, the perfume of the Thorne family line, but today it was different. It smelled of my own sweat, of the blood seeping from the pores that were no longer pores but slits in rough, grey bark. I tried to pull my hand back, to withdraw the...

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