The Faded Frontier

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The sky did not tear open with thunder, but with a sound like wet tearing, a slow, agonizing rip that started at the horizon and pulled inward until the air itself felt thin and brittle. Margaret Holloway stood in the middle of the wheat field, her boots sinking into the mud that had appeared without warning, and watched the sun begin to bleed a thick, violet fluid down the western ridge. It...

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