The advancing edge of the Fray—where the world grows thin, air feels different, and people lose their names, memories, and reasons. Every winter, it creeps closer. Near the siblings' cottage, it drives their quest forward. Not a place so much as the absence of place.
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No stories reference this entity yet. This part of the world awaits its chronicler.