The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey needles that blurred the boundary between the marble floor of the Grand Atrium and the wet pavement beyond. I stood by the window, watching the water bead and run, holding the small, cold stone in my palm. It was a river rock, smooth as a polished eye, black and unyielding. It had been with me for three days, ever since I...

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