The Faded Frontier

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The well was dry. It had been dry for three days. The heat pressed against the skin of the village like a wet cloth. Maud stood by the stone rim, her hands raw from scrubbing, her eyes fixed on the dark void below. "Is it gone?" asked a child. It was Thomas, her son. He was thin. His ribs showed through his shirt like the slats of a broken window. Maud did not answer. She looked at the clay pot...

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