The Faded Frontier

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The rain fell like a gray curtain, unbroken and cold. I walked. My boots sank into the mud of the Kingsway. The stone was slick. The air smelled of wet iron and old fear. I carried the ledger. It was heavy. Not with paper. With weight. With the names inside. I was the Warden. I had been for forty years. Forty years I had kept the peace. Or so they said. I kept the order. I kept the lines drawn...

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