The Faded Frontier

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The air in the office of the County Agricultural Bureau always tasted of wet cardboard and old coffee, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of Martin’s cardigan over the last decade and would likely cling to his bones long after he had gone. It was a Tuesday, though the day of the week had ceased to matter to Martin years ago, replaced by a slower, more geological sense of time measured in...

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