by RustWing
Julian Voss has been hunting the frontier's creatures for six years. He knows what they are, where they nest, how they die. He is good at this work in the way men become good at things they have no intention of stopping. Then the pattern changes. Creature attacks along the silver corridor begin sequencing — scout eliminated, telegraph cut, interior asset triggered, strike team in position. Not territory. Not hunger. Something is directing them. The Pale Covenant sends Julian east. The attacks follow. Station by station, the silver supply that keeps the western settlements functional is being dismantled — corridor by corridor, with patience and logistics Julian recognizes from the field manual. Whatever is building out there learned from somewhere. Frontier of Ashes is a standalone dark western set in an alternate late 19th century. The sacred silver that holds back the dark is running low, and the thing that wants it gone has been at work longer than Julian has been alive. He is not the first hunter sent after it.
