The Faded Frontier

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The rain on the windowpane of the carriage did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass by an invisible, frantic hand. You watched the droplets merge, slide, and vanish into the gray smear of the passing landscape, your breath misting the air in front of you. It was a small, claustrophobic world, this compartment, smelling of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the faint, metallic tang of...

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