The Faded Frontier

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The house breathed. It was a subtle exhalation, a creak of timber that sounded like a long-held sigh finally released. Margaret Holloway sat in the center of the kitchen, her hands resting on the table. They were red. Not the red of blood, but the deep, bruised crimson of hawthorn berries she had crushed against her palms. She did not look at them. She looked at the door. The air in the room...

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