The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The docks at Tanjung Priok moved with the heavy, rhythmic churn of the morning tide, a gray expanse of peat-burned water where the air hung heavy with salt and rotting kelp. I stood at the edge of the quay, my hands gripping the hilt of a sword that had not seen blood in three years, watching the cargo ships unload their silent burdens. The city of Aethelgard, though it wore the face of a Meiji...

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