The Faded Frontier
Mara woke with the taste of copper in her mouth. It was a sharp, metallic flavor, like biting the inside of a cheek. She lay still for a moment, listening to the hum of the air conditioning. The room was gray. The light filtering through the blinds was thin and cold. She sat up. Her hands were shaking. She looked at them. They were her hands, but they looked wrong. Too pale. Too thin. She...
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