The Faded Frontier

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You leave the town before the sun has fully risen. The sky is the color of a bruise. Purple. Swollen. It presses down on the rooftops of Harrow Creek. You do not look back. You cannot. If you look back, you will stay. And if you stay, you will die. You carry the box. It is heavy. Not with weight, but with silence. Inside is the clock. It has not ticked in three days. The hands are frozen at...

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