The Faded Frontier

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The fire started in the hearth. It did not burn wood. It burned the silence. The room shrank. The walls pressed in. Tom Whitmore sat on the stool. His hands were still. He held a clay bowl. It was wet. The glaze was blue. It was the color of the sky before the storm. The door creaked. It opened inward. A man stood there. He wore a gray coat. The dust of the road clung to his boots. He was thin....

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