The Faded Frontier

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"Look at it. Look at the moss." Marcus did not look. He stood by the window, his back rigid, a wall of wool and exhaustion. The room was a cell. Four walls. A bed. A table. The air tasted of dust and old sweat. Outside, the rain hammered against the glass, a relentless, deafening drumbeat. "It’s eating the wall, Marcus," said Elias. He held the jar up. Inside, a patch of green velvet grew,...

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