The Faded Frontier

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The train from Ashford to the northern district moved with the heavy, reluctant rhythm of a funeral procession, its wheels clanging against the iron track in a monotonous, grinding cadence that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Eleanor’s shoes. She sat by the window, her face pressed close to the cold glass, watching the gray fields blur into a smear of wet mud and dormant winter. The air...

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