The Faded Frontier

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The sky broke open before the bell rang. It did not rain. It bled. A thick, viscous red sludge poured from the clouds, soaking the cobblestones of the market square. It smelled of iron and old pennies. You stood there, small and shivering, while the adults screamed. “Look at it,” said old Thomas Bradshaw. His voice was low, a rumble beneath the chaos. He held your hand. His grip was tight. Too...

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