The Faded Frontier
The flood did not come from the sky. It rose from the bones of the earth. Elias Thorne stood on the precipice of the valley floor. His boots were wet. The water was high. It had swallowed the orchards. It had taken the mill. It had taken the road that led to the world above. Elias was a surveyor of boundaries. He measured the edges of property. He drew lines in chalk and ink. He believed in the...
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