The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled from the low, bruised sky, a relentless, vertical erasure of the world that reduced the Appalachian ridge to a smear of gray and black. You stood at the edge of the guard tower, the concrete lip slick beneath your rubber boots, feeling the dampness seep through the heavy wool of your uniform, a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature and...
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