The Faded Frontier

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The house stood at the edge of the fog, a gray monolith of stone and silence that did not appear on any map Margaret had ever studied in her long life of quiet observation. She woke in the hallway, not in a bed, but on the cold slate floor, her head throbbing with a dull, rhythmic pain that seemed to pulse in time with the creaking of the floorboards above. The air smelled of wet wool and old...

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