The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-19 08:46:52 -

The rain tasted of iron. It coated my tongue, a metallic tang that lingered long after I spat. I watched the drops slide down the windowpane of the station house. Each one was a small, fleeing thing. Like time. Like honor. Like the man sitting in the chair opposite me. He was called Silas. Not his real name. Or maybe it was. Names in Oakhaven were soft things. They wore out. They frayed at the...

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