The Faded Frontier
The house stood in the center of a field that had no name, a vast and flat expanse of pale grass that stretched out in every direction until it blurred into a sky that was neither day nor night. It was a structure of white stone, imposing and silent, with tall windows that looked like hollow eyes staring into the void. Elias Thorne, a man whose life had been spent analyzing the rigid structures...
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