The Faded Frontier

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The air in the valley did not merely smell of coal dust and wet iron; it tasted of a bruise that had been held too long, a dark, metallic sweetness that coated the back of the throat and settled deep in the lungs like silt in a stagnant river. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through my threadbare wool coat, but from the sheer, overwhelming...

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