The Faded Frontier

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The Faded Frontier The moor stretched before them like an open wound—raw, exposed, and refusing to heal. Margaret stood at the edge of the gorse-covered slope, her fingers gripping the rail of the old stone wall, and felt the kind of silence that does not mean peace but rather the absence of everything that once did. Below her, the valley disappeared into a haze of September rain and fading...

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