The Faded Frontier

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The soup was boiling over. It spattered the stovetop. It hissed against the cold steel. Margaret wiped it away with a rag. The rag was damp. The rag was gray. "Stop it," said her brother, Julian. He stood in the doorway. He wore a coat of black wool. It smelled of rain. It smelled of old paper. It smelled of the outside. "It is just soup," Margaret said. Her voice was flat. Her hands trembled....

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