The Faded Frontier

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The cellar shook. Dust rained from the beams. Thomas clutched the jar. It was cold. It was heavy. It was alive. The ground above them groaned. A low rumble. The war had come for the house. It had come for the bones. Thomas did not look up. He looked at the glass. Inside, the water swirled. Not like water. Like ink. Like memory. He was a clerk. He counted ledgers. He stamped forms. He was no...

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