The Faded Frontier

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The ink bleeds. It always bleeds. I wake in the archive. The air tastes of iron and dust. My hands are stained black. Look. Look at the fingers. The veins beneath the skin are dark lines. The capillaries have turned to ink. I am becoming the record. I am becoming the stain. The room is vast. Industrial. Pipes run along the ceiling like the ribs of some dead leviathan. They pulse. A slow,...

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