The Faded Frontier

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The rain fell in sheets of grey silk. It drummed against the leaded glass. It whispered through the ivy. Inside, the air was still. It smelled of damp wool and old paper. Julian sat alone. He wore his uniform. The wool was heavy. It clung to his shoulders. The gold buttons gleamed. They were cold to the touch. He stared at his hands. They were steady. They had always been steady. The door...

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