The Faded Frontier

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The parchment was brittle, yellowed by decades of neglect, and it smelled of mildew and dried blood. You held it up to the grey light of the dawn, your fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the words scrawled in a hand you recognized as your father’s. It was a bill of indictment, not against a crime, but against a name. The Taint. The ink on the page had bled into the...

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