The Faded Frontier

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The iron gate did not open. It did not rust. It did not bend. It stood. Silas woke with the taste of coal in his mouth. The dream was heavy. It pressed on his chest like a wet wool blanket. He saw the gate again. Black. Cold. Unmoving. He lay still. The light from the window cut a sharp square across the floorboards. Dust danced in the beam. Slow. Silent. He sat up. The room smelled of old...

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