The Faded Frontier

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"Look at him. Just look." The voice was low. A rasp. It scraped against the silence of the room. Marcus stood still. His hands trembled. He looked at the man. The man sat in the chair. He was tall. He wore a suit of grey wool. It was perfect. It was clean. "He is breathing," Marcus said. "He is not," the other man said. "He is waiting." The room was white. Not white like paint. White like snow....

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