The Faded Frontier

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The brass key hung from the hook by the door, its surface worn smooth by decades of anxious thumbs, a small, cold sun that had long since lost its heat, and Margaret Holloway stood before it in the grey silence of the attic, listening to the rain tap against the skylight like a frantic, invisible finger seeking entry into a room it had been barred from for too long. She did not touch it; to...

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