The Faded Frontier

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Act I "You’re wasting ink, Alice. The fog doesn’t care about your lines." I looked up from the parchment, my fingers stained blue-black with iron gall, and watched the grey haze press against the windowpane of the mill house. The mist outside was not merely weather; it was a living, breathing entity that crawled across the Fens, erasing the boundaries between water and land, and slowly,...

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