The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-20 05:52:16 -

The rain tapped against the windowpane of the study. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. Like a clock. Or a heartbeat. I sat in the chair. My hands were still. They were always still. I was waiting for Gerald. He was late. He is never late. That is the trouble with Gerald. He is always on time. It makes me anxious. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The walls were thick. They held the cold. They held...

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