The Faded Frontier

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The iron gate at the end of Sallow Lane was not merely a boundary; it was a scar in the earth, a jagged line of rusted metal that separated the town of Millhaven from the fog that swallowed the rest of the world. Elias Thorne walked it every morning, his footsteps heavy on the gravel, counting the steps as he had done for thirty years. One, two, three. The rhythm was a metronome for his guilt,...

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