The Faded Frontier

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The boiler roared. It was a sound like a dying beast, a guttural, rhythmic thrum that shook the floorboards of the watchtower. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the cot, his hands trembling. He held a tin of peaches. The label was peeling. The metal was cold. He opened it. The smell hit him. Sweet. Cloying. Artificial. "Close it," said Commander Hale. He stood by the window. The glass was fogged...

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