The Faded Frontier
The feast in the great hall of Oakhaven was a grotesque parody of joy, the candles guttering in a wind that had no source, the meat on the tables turning to grey ash before the knives could touch it. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of the table, his uniform stiff with sweat, staring not at the guests but at the long, pale line that cut across the floorboards. It was the Faded Frontier, a...
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