The Distant Legend
The soot from the mills settles in your teeth before you even open your eyes, a gritty, metallic taste that reminds you that the line is not just a geographic demarcation but a physical weight pressing down on the lungs of everyone within its radius. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and for twelve years you have worn the grey uniform of the Border Warden, a role that demands a...
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