The Faded Frontier
The rain tapped against the window of the small apartment like a polite guest asking for entry. Elias sat in the corner, his back against the damp plaster. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. Not from cold. The heating had been fixed three days ago. They trembled because they were trying to hold something that was no longer solid. Elias was a man who had spent forty years running. He...
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