The Faded Frontier
The rain hits the shield. It does not bounce. It is absorbed. The leather drinks it. You are wet through. You are cold. The cold is in the marrow. It is a technical failure. The insulation has failed. You check the gauge. The needle trembles. It is near zero. You are in the borderlands. The trees are old. They have no leaves. They are bones against the gray sky. You walk. Your boots crunch on...
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