The Faded Frontier

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The rain fell in sheets of gray. We walked north. The road was mud. My boots were heavy. They sank. They pulled. I felt the weight in my knees. In my spine. In my mind. It was a scholar’s weight. Books are heavy. Truths are heavier. We carried both. My brother walked beside me. His name was Julian. He was tall. He was thin. His cloak was wet. It clung to him. It looked like skin. He did not...

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