The Faded Frontier
"You missed it," said Elias. The words hung in the air. Thick. Cold. They tasted of iron and old rain. Elias stood by the window. The glass was fogged. His breath made a small, white ghost. He did not look at Clara. He looked at the street. The street was gray. The fog was gray. The world was gray. Clara sat on the floor. Her back was against the radiator. The heat was dead. She was cold. Her...
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