The Faded Frontier

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The first thing you notice is the taste. It is copper and ash. It coats the tongue, thick and cold. You are kneeling on the wet pavement of 4th and Main. Rain hammers the asphalt. It smells of ozone and diesel. Margaret is standing over you. She is wearing her grey coat. The one with the fraying hem. Her face is blank. Not angry. Blank. Like a window in a closed house. "Get up," she says. Her...

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