The Faded Frontier
The river rose without warning. It did not surge; it simply arrived, a thick, brown wall of water that swallowed the bridge and the road and the first row of houses on the east bank. You were sitting on the porch, watching the water, when the current took the steps from under your feet. You did not scream. You had been waiting for this. The house groaned, a deep, tectonic sound, and then the...
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