The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray veil over the cobblestones of Hollow Creek, a town that smelled of wet wool and machine oil. Silas stood at the window of his shop. The glass was cold. He pressed his thumb against it. A small circle of warmth. It faded. He looked down at his hands. They were red. The dye had seeped into the cuts. The cuts were old. The dye was new. He was a mender. A...

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