The Faded Frontier

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The wind did not blow through the hollows of the Blackwood Valley so much as it gnawed at them. It was a cold, thin sound, like the scraping of bone against stone. Elias Thorne sat on the threshold of his cottage, his back straight as a fence post, though his spine was bent with the weight of years and silence. He was not looking at the road. He was looking at the wall. The wall was the only...

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