The Faded Frontier

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You hold the ink. It is black. It is wet. It stains your fingers. The stain does not wash out. "Do you feel it?" Thomas asks. His voice is low. He stands by the door. He wears grey wool. He looks tired. He has always looked tired. "I feel the weight," you say. You do not look at him. You look at the page. The paper is white. It is smooth. It waits. "The weight is the price," Thomas says. He...

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