The Faded Frontier
You are awake before the sun has dared to touch the horizon, and the room is filled with the heavy, suffocating silence that follows a dream where the world ended in ash and static. Your hands are trembling, a subtle, high-frequency vibration that you feel in the tips of your fingers before you see it, and you know, with the cold certainty of a man who has seen too much, that the shaking is not...
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