The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that erased the boundary between the windowpane and the street beyond. Inside the cramped, dimly lit apartment on the fourth floor of the building, Elias Thorne sat at the table, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. The steam had vanished, leaving only a film on the surface, mirroring the...
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