The Faded Frontier

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The air in the conservatory was thick. It smelled of damp earth and rot. Elias stood alone. The glass panes were fogged. He wiped them with his sleeve. The view outside was a blur of grey. The sun was weak. It did not warm. He was old. His hands shook. The tremor was constant. It lived in the joints. It lived in the mind. He was a prisoner here. Not of walls. But of time. The years had eaten...

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