The Faded Frontier

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Act I The frontier line was not a border but a wound, a place where the earth forgot how to hold its shape. Custodia Carvalho stood alone in the mist-choked wadi, the white sky above casting no shadows, only a flat, blinding pressure that made the air taste of salt and old iron. In her right hand, she clutched the severed left hand of her brother, Álvaro, a relic that pulsed with a cold,...

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