The Faded Frontier

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You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth. It is not blood. It is rust. The taste is thick, ancient, and it coats the back of your throat like a secret you refuse to swallow. You are in the car. The engine is off. The headlights cut through the dark, illuminating a wall of fog that moves like slow water. You are driving. You have been driving for days. The odometer spins, but the miles do...

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