The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-19 08:55:57 -

The train slowed as it crossed the river, a long exhalation of steam into the gray morning. Margaret stood by the window, her forehead resting against the cold glass. Outside, the trees were bare, skeletal fingers reaching for a sky that refused to brighten. She was going home. Not to the house, exactly, but to the memory of it. To the walls that had watched her grow old. The conductor passed,...

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