The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a heavy, grey sigh that pressed against the windows of the estate, blurring the world outside into a smear of charcoal and mud. Margaret stood before the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, the glass fogged by the humidity that seeped through the ancient stone. She was holding a dress. It was a thing of severe elegance, cut from...
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