The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the road and the sky. Elara sat in the back of the station wagon, her hands wrapped tightly around the leather-bound journal resting on her lap. The leather was soft, worn smooth by decades of thumbs, the gold lettering on the spine faded to a ghostly whisper. It was not a book of stories, but...

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