The Faded Frontier
The rain slicks the cobblestones of the city square, turning the grey morning into a mirror that reflects nothing but your own hollowed face. You stand at the edge of the crowd, a small island of stillness in the churning sea of umbrellas and anxious feet. They are leaving, all of them. The ceremony is over. The flags have been lowered. You are the last one to remain, not by choice, but because...
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