The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil over the valley. Elias stood at the edge of the bridge. He wore his coat, the wool stiff with old sweat and new damp. Behind him, the village slept. Ahead, the mist swallowed the road. He held his rifle. It was heavy. It was cold. It was the only thing that felt real. They were leaving. Not just him. The whole town. But Elias felt the...

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