The Faded Frontier

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The mud was thick and red, not with blood but with the rusted decay of the iron fences that had once marked the property lines of the old county farm, and Margaret Holloway stood in it up to her shins, the weight of the rifle in her hands feeling less like a weapon and more like a limb she had not yet learned to move, the air around her vibrating with a low, humming static that tasted of copper...

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