The Faded Frontier
The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A jagged, iron shriek that tore through the fog of Blackwood Hollow. Elias dropped his spoon. The porridge sloshed over the rim of the bowl. Cold. Thick. Gray. "Did you hear that?" his mother asked. Her voice was thin. Like paper. Elias looked up. The walls were sweating. The house groaned. It was old. Older than the trees. Older than the names they...
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