The Faded Frontier

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The ceiling tile fell. It hit the floor with a wet thud. Dust plumed up. You coughed. The air tasted like old paper and rust. "Is everyone okay?" asked the voice from the doorway. You looked up. It was Elias. He stood there. Holding a clipboard. His face was pale. His eyes were wide. "I am fine," you said. Your voice was flat. You looked at the tile. It lay in a pile of debris. It was white. It...

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