The Faded Frontier
The glass was cold in Elias’s hand, colder than the air, colder than the silence that had settled over the room like a heavy wool blanket. "Did you see it?" Clara asked. Her voice was thin, stripped of its usual warmth, as if the heat had been siphoned out of her along with the light from the window. Elias did not look up from the surface of the water. He watched the reflection of the...
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