The Faded Frontier
Marta woke with the taste of iron in her mouth. The dream was gone. Only the residue remained. A smell of wet earth. She sat up. The room was cold. The factory whistle blew in the distance. Three long blasts. Shift start. Marta pulled on her boots. Leather stiff. She walked to the window. The sky was grey. A flat, industrial grey. The smog hung low over the town of Oakhaven. She worked at the...
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