The Faded Frontier

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The fire started at the waist of the General. You do not see the flames first. You see the smoke. It curls from his uniform, a thin, grey ribbon that smells of burnt wool and ozone. Then the light comes. It is blue. It is white. It is the color of a star dying in a vacuum. You stand in the corridor. Your hands are at your sides. You are wearing your coat. It is black. It is heavy. It is wet....

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