The Faded Frontier

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You wake with the taste of copper and rotting apples in your mouth, a flavor that has become as familiar to you as the grain of the wooden floorboards in your kitchen. The dream was brief, a flicker of smoke before the hearth fire dies, but the residue lingers, thick and heavy in your throat. You are Thomas Bradshaw, and you are thirty years old, and you live in the small, soot-stained town of...

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