The Faded Frontier

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The sugar cube shattered in my mouth, a jagged white fracture that tasted of iron and old pennies. I was standing in the center of the freight yard, the air thick with the acrid smoke of coal and the damp, metallic breath of the incoming trains, when I realized that I was not there, but rather somewhere behind my own eyes, watching the scene unfold with the detached curiosity of a spectator at...

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