The Faded Frontier

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The air in the Halloway house tasted of rust and damp wool. It was a heavy, industrial scent, the kind that settled into the pores and refused to wash out. Margaret stood before the mirror in the hallway. Her reflection was pale, stretched thin by the low ceiling. She was not a woman who looked at herself. She was a vessel. A container for the debt that had swallowed her father, then her...

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