The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-20 15:12:06 -

The bus stopped. Mara stepped out. The air was thin. It tasted of ozone and old dust. She carried a duffel bag. It was heavy. Her shoulders ached. The town was called Oakhaven. It looked like a postcard. Too clean. Too quiet. The trees were tall. They stood in rows. They looked like sentinels. They did not move. There was no wind. The sky was a pale, washed-out blue. It felt wrong. It felt...

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