The Faded Frontier
The house stood in the rain. It was a small place. Clara stood at the window. She watched the water fall. Drops hit the glass. They raced down. They pooled at the bottom. She held a cup. It was cold. The coffee had gone cold hours ago. She did not care. Her hands shook. She put the cup down. The sound was sharp. It cut the silence. She looked at her hands. They were old. They were thin. They...
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