The Faded Frontier
The rain had not ceased in three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the world outside and the suffocating stillness within the house, and you stood in the hallway with your coat still damp, the water dripping from the hem onto the worn Persian rug, watching the water stain spread like a bruise on the fabric, feeling the weight of the silence that had settled over...
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