The Faded Frontier

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You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat like old blood. The dream is still clinging to you, thick and heavy. You were standing in the Hall of Mirrors, the one at the center of the Capitol building, the one they don’t let the public see. In the dream, the mirrors were not glass. They were breathing surfaces, pulsing with a slow,...

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