The Faded Frontier

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The departure was not a dramatic tearing away of hands or a final, shattering look back into the eyes of the one being left behind, but rather a slow, viscous draining of presence, as if the air in the small, dust-moted office had suddenly become too thick to breathe and the only way to escape was to evaporate entirely, leaving behind only the faint, sweet scent of dried lavender and the ghost...

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