The Faded Frontier

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The soup was cold. I stirred it. The spoon hit the bottom of the pot. It made a dull, metallic sound. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. Elena sat across from me. She did not look at the soup. She looked at the wall. The wallpaper was peeling. It looked like old skin. I wanted to talk. I could not. The air was thick. It tasted of rust and rain. We were in the house. The house was not a...

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