The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. Ellis stood in the center of the greenhouse, watching the droplets suspend in the air like glass beads on invisible threads. He was seven. His socks were wet, though the floor remained dry. The glass panes surrounding him were thick, frosted with condensation that did not drip. It stayed put. A perfect, frozen moment. He knew he was dreaming. Or perhaps he...

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