The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-18 06:29:14 -

The truck idled on the gravel drive. The engine hummed. A low, sick drone. I sat in the driver’s seat. Hands on the wheel. Knuckles white. The house stood ahead. It was old. Oak beams. Stone walls. Windows dark as pools. I had served here for thirty years. Thirty years of silence. Thirty years of watching. The gatehouse was my home. The yard was my duty. I was the boundary. I was the line. I...

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