The Faded Frontier
The coffee in the mug was not merely a beverage; it was a boundary. It was the only thing in the house that remained fixed, a dark, circular island of reality in a sea of shifting, translucent air. Julian sat at the kitchen table, his fingers wrapped around the ceramic, feeling the heat seep into his skin. The steam rose in a single, unbroken column, defying the draft that rattled the...
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