The Faded Frontier
The train shuddered into the station. It was a long, gray beast, coughing steam into the chill of the morning. I stepped off the platform. My suitcase felt heavier than it had a week ago. The handle was slick with condensation. I gripped it tight. The building rose before me. The Ashworth Institute. It did not look like a school. It looked like a fortress built of glass and steel. The...
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