The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a suspended grey fog that smelled of wet chalk and old paper. You remember the smell most of all. It was the scent of the archive, where you had spent the last decade of your life preserving the words of men who no longer existed. You were a scholar of the obscure, a keeper of the forgotten, and for that, the town of Oakhaven had decided you were...

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