The Faded Frontier

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The dream was always the same. A field of white ash. The sky the color of a bruised plum. I stood at the edge of a chasm, holding a lantern that did not burn. The glass was cracked. The light inside was cold, blue, and absolute. It did not illuminate the dark. It revealed the bones of it. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the sound of rain hammering the windows of our apartment in...

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