The Faded Frontier

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world against the window of the office. Martin held his coffee cup with both hands, the ceramic warm against his palms, watching the condensation bead and slide down the glass like slow, weeping tears. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day that felt less like time passing and more like time...

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