The Faded Frontier

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The rain fell on the cobblestones like a thousand small drums. "You're late, Thomas." I did not answer. I stood by the gate, holding the lantern. The glass was cracked. The light inside was yellow and weak. It shook in my hand. My hand was steady. I was always steady. That was the job. Eleanor looked at me from the porch. She wore the blue dress. The one I had bought in the market three days...

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