The Faded Frontier

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The border was a line drawn in chalk. It sat on the desk, white and fragile against the dark oak. Elias stared at it. It did not move. He had drawn it that morning. The chalk was short. It crumbled easily. He held the piece in his left hand. The tip was dull. The house was quiet. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light cutting across the floor. The air smelled of old paper and rain. Outside,...

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